#Lemillion x reader

[strawberrystepmom]

pairing: Toshinori Yagi x F!Reader -> Mirio Togata x F!Reader

word count: 7.8k

contents: Canon divergence for final war arc and beyond, friends to lovers with history, reader has a defined quirk (magnetism) and is a support equipment safety consultant, reader is 29 and Mirio is 30, appearances from other heroes (Deku & Bakugou and they are married, in their 20's)

cw: major character death and discussions of aspects of caretaking for someone at the end of their life, discussions of loss and grief

notes: This idea could not have come to fruition without my most beloved @izvmimi and @bakvrue so thank you to them for always being the very best. I have really been having a Mirioaissance lately and as you all know I love Mr. Might so here goes. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading ♡ | crossposted to ao3

“I’m dying.”

Mirio Togata nearly chokes mid-swallow, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to prevent droplets of tea from seeping out of his lips. It’s a rare Wednesday day off for Lemillion and sunlight pours into the expansive room used as an office at. He’s a guest in the home of one of the most prolific heroes of all time, as he often is, though today he was invited by the man himself instead of showing up to pop in and say hello.

All Might, Toshinori Yagi, is dying.

Technically he has been for years though hearing it from the man’s own mouth feels different than the vague conversations about ‘terminal’ and ‘incompatible organs’. 

“No,” the younger man starts but Toshinori raises a hand to stop him, shaking his head with a chuckle.

It’s no secret he has been rapidly looking more and more frail as autumn faded into winter which is now melting into the bright green of spring.

“It’s true. No matter how many times you tell me ‘you can get better’ or ‘medical technology is improving’ it will not change the fact that my time has a finite number on it.”

There has been a finite amount of his life remaining for a very long time, he’s simply managed to dodge it for as long as possible. Running away from the truth is no longer an option, the years he has been given since the War and its finish already leaving the man feeling like a perpetual cheat. He was supposed to die then, and then after that, and then again and again and again…

There are no more ducks and dodges left in him. 

“Midoriya knows and has accepted it. It’s time for you to do the same.”

The words would be harsh coming from anyone other than a beloved mentor turned friend though Yagi has always had the natural ability to soften blows when necessary. Mirio nods, blue eyes trained toward the ground and refusing to meet those of the man in the comfortable chair next to him. He dares to take a peek at the man who will forever be known as All Might, the thinness of his hands and arms and wrists alone a surprising sight. Time has run out. No medical science or quirk or act of God can reverse the inevitable. A transplant cannot save him, medicine will not save him, and he’s made the decision to be as comfortable as possible over the remaining weeks to months he has left. 

Togata’s mind unconsciously drifts to you in all of this. You are the young woman who has devoted the latter half of her twenties to taking care of this iconic man, tending to his illnesses and the complications from them with a smile and a joke, a reassuring hand on his shoulder and a kiss on his forehead. The younger of the pair has witnessed this kindness himself on more than one occasion and he remembers when you were simply a Support course student at UA high school a year younger than Mirio himself. You assisted with equipment in the war and it has followed you through your adulthood, your support item safety consulting business thriving and helping build a safer world.

The way you care about everyone is so admirable, it’s difficult not to view you as a hero in all of this. Mirio raises a brow and balls his hands together into a fist, letting it rest in his lap. 

“How does she feel about, well, everything?”

It’s a daring question to ask given the older man is well aware of the younger man’s affection toward you no matter how discreet he thinks he is about it. It’s the perpetual elephant in the room.  Toshinori sighs, shifting in his chair and positioning his hands in his lap. Mirio’s eyes dart from them and toward the older man’s sallow face, noting the hint of a smile at the mention of you. 

“She was the first person to know. It’s the least I could give her for wasting her youth on a sorry old man like me.”

Togata offers a tight smile and tilts his head to the side. The self deprecation isn’t anything new, it has been like this the last several years, though it never sits well when the man he has attempted to pattern his own morals over says something so blasphemous about himself. 

“That’s a pretty downer way to look at things, All Might.”

This gets a chuckle from the older man, the sound of his head shaking against the back of his chair causing the younger one to look up at him curiously. 

“It’s a pretty downer thing to die but telling you it’s coming isn’t the only reason I asked you here today.”

The older man clears his throat, wiping his thumb against his bottom lip and looking away, joining his hand in his lap. How can he properly phrase what he’s asking his young friend to do without it seeming sordid and disrespectful? He’s leaving you his legacy when he goes. His home, his royalties that will keep you well taken care of for the rest of your life and, well, he’s planning on leaving Mirio Togata the one gift he deserves the most - you. 

He simply lays the plot down, hands still folded in his lap.

“How long have you loved her, kid?”

Mirio feigns shock that his mentor, the one who came after the one he lost years ago, is onto him. He has always played off his affection for you as friendliness and lingering glances as simply curiosity and assumed he has been doing it well enough that nobody notices.

“It’s not like that.”

Toshinori laughs, a weak cough wracking his body and he raises his fist to his grinning mouth to cover it. Mirio leans forward in his seat, reaching for the man who waves him off and instead leans to grab the bottle of hand sanitizer on the desk next to him. 

“You are a grown man, Togata. Own up to it. It’s not going to offend me.”

There was no expectation of a trip down memory lane set for the younger man prior to arriving for this visit yet his mind launches into years of fuzzy and undefined memories. Evenings he’d come to visit you in the Support course workshop when he was younger with fewer scars covering his arms and torso, the few times in your early twenties you sat thigh to thigh with him in dimly lit izakaya hanging out with your mutual group of friends and their respective partners who are also heroes. He remembers too much and too little at the same time, skin crawling. 

Shifting in his seat, he unclasps his hands and claps them against his thighs. 

“A long, long time.” He finally responds and Toshinori chuckles in response, leaning back in his own chair and sliding one of his hands out toward Mirio. “Since I was in high school.”

The truth doesn’t hide forever. It makes him feel childish that he was so easily caught by the older man, replaying years of interactions in his head. Did he smile a little too wide at you? Glance a little too long? Pine a little too openly?

There is no way for him to change anything that has happened before now and the usually easy going man tensely lifts his head, meeting Toshinori’s soft gaze. There is no anger even if these events crossed boundaries, something the man is infinitely grateful for, and he reaches across the desk to take his mentor’s offered hand. 

“I know.” He weakly squeezes the younger man’s hand, his lack of strength more evident than ever. Mirio feels emotion welling up inside of him and blinks it back, taking a deep breath. “That’s why I am asking you to give her the life I never could, Togata. Take her traveling when you can. Remind her that she’s brilliant and will probably keep this country safer than any hero ever could. Just…be there for her. For me.”

The request carries more weight than the older man could ever possibly understand. It’s not merely a responsibility but a strange kind of bequeathing. No formal paperwork, no meetings with officials, just two men discussing a woman they both care about deeply and how to best assuage her in the sorrows to come. 

It also brings another question to Mirio’s mind he has contemplated for many years - do you have lingering feelings for him too? A far younger version of you, magnetism quirk engaged and using it to make him laugh, certainly did. He assumed those feelings just vaporized over time and with responsibility, your heart belonged to another man before he could ever ask that it be his.

A noble man. A good man who you did not want to see live lonely, by himself in his ailing years. A man Togata spent his entire life trying to emulate.

There’s a flutter of hope through the sorrow of knowing the end is coming for his friend and the younger man is the one to squeeze the older mans’ this time, gentle firm pressure to ensure it doesn’t hurt.

“I know it’s a big request. I don’t blame you if it makes you uncomfortable or if you’d like to say no,” Toshinori adds quickly. “I simply know that she cares about you a lot and always has.” His voice cracks and he swallows his sadness, only grateful that his life has been so glorious the last few years thanks to your gentle touch and your silly stories and your tendency to ad-lib songs to make him smile. “She deserves to be happy.”

The younger man couldn’t agree more. He nods, emotion continuing to rise, breaking eye contact to gaze down at his lap to allow him a moment to compose himself. For his entire twenties, he regretted losing his chance with you despite his gratefulness for the care and love you gave Toshinori. Now, entering his thirties, he gets the opportunity to try again. To speak up when he should and to put the feelings he has harbored for more than a decade to good use.

“I will do everything I can to make sure she is, you have my word.”

Even if it means you want nothing to do with him and keep yourself away from everyone forever. Whatever makes you happy, Mirio Togata will make sure you have it. 

“I only have weeks. Months if I’m lucky but I don’t think I’m all that lucky anymore.”

The words make Mirio look up from his lap, brows furrowed. He didn’t think there was so little time left but he is a man of action and nods.

“Then let’s make these next few weeks memorable. What do you need me to do?”

A chuckle from the older man as he finally drops the younger one’s hand gently, tucking it back into his lap to join the other.

“For now, just be around if you can make it work.”

That he can do and he does for three more weeks.

On a warm spring day, a little past the end of cherry blossom season, the world loses All Might.

‘The days I spent with you were the happiest of my life. Let me take care of you for the rest of yours. - Toshinori’

The note he left you, the one you were handed by some man in a suit you’d never met before in the days following his death, rests on your desk. It feels too soon to tuck away the increasingly wrinkled piece of paper and you’re far too grateful for the life he has put between your two palms to stop glancing at the note every few hours each day.

It doesn’t answer any of the questions you have about what becomes of your life now though.

Emotion wells up in you again, a lump in your throat you have to swallow down to continue working, the results from your audit of the Dynamite agency’s safety audit on the screen of the tablet in front of you. They’re generally highly rated, Bakugou’s fastidious tendencies seeping through even the smallest detail of safety and care of his employees, but you have to look away. You close the screen cover and slide the device aside, standing up from your spot at the kitchen table to walk into the living room.

The house feels like a mausoleum even if it’s now yours and yours only. Being alone for the first time in weeks leaves a strange taste in your mouth and you fold your arms over your chest, padding across the wooden floors to plop down on the overstuffed couch you picked out three years ago. Deku’s wife spent a week by your side, the first seven days after the tremendous loss ensuring you ate and slept, sleeping in your bed with you and letting you cry on her shoulder. The day she went home hurt almost as badly as the day you lost the man himself, the encroaching loneliness feeling claustrophobic.

Thankfully, the second week was dotted with various visitors, your former classmates and long time friends of Toshinori paying their respects posthumously by being good to you in his departure. Dynamite’s wife tended to you and forced you out of your house, inviting you over with the promise of visiting with her eager to see you children. 

The third week was much of the same, even chatting with his old friend David and accepting condolences from other heroes former and current. Your refrigerator stayed full, your mailbox overstuffed with more cards than you could open wishing you well and thanking you for taking care of him.

The fourth fewer people came but you still stayed busy. The fifth, same. The sixth, seventh, and eighth all followed suit although the amount of visitors thinned. Ninth, tenth, eleventh your house became empty outside of your close friends and Mirio. Now you are twelve weeks past his death and facing down a lifetime of uncertainty in a house that feels too large for you but too small for your pain.

Your heart swells recalling the love you’ve been given but it shrivels when you look around, wondering when it will start to feel full of life again; when you will.

Standing, you lumber over to the wall adjacent to where you sit, admiring the artwork and memories on the wall. There are photos of a freckle-faced teenager who became a freckle-faced man with his wife and children alongside Toshinori. Photos of Mirio grinning and giving a thumbs up in a vintage American All Might t-shirt that was almost too small for him. Photos of you and Toshinori smiling side by side when he was still well enough to attend the occasional event, you in glittering floor length sequins and him in a custom suit built to accommodate his ever weakening body. 

Sighing, you reach out and brush your thumb along the frame. The photo doesn’t move, anchored into the wall, and you know that all of the care you gave him wasn’t wasted for a moment. He truly made your life better and you believe you did the same for him, though your eyes flit back to the photo of Mirio for a moment. 

You took the picture a few years back while cleaning out the spare bedroom used solely for merchandise and collectables Toshinori had been given over the years. You accosted the younger blonde for pulling a shirt that was clearly too small for him over his head but snapped the photo anyway, grinning behind your phone at his silly posing. 

Mirio. 

He has been here for you almost as much as your closest friends, popping by daily if able with food or stories or just…sunshine, which is exactly what he is and always has been for the time you’ve known him. Even when the two of you were back in high school he knew your favorite candy and delivered it to your desk daily while spending his evenings sticking paper clips to your arm or the side of your face while your quirk was engaged.

Reaching into your pocket, you grab out your phone and dial his number. He answers before the first ring can even finish its trill.

“Hey-o, what are you doing?”

You giggle at his greeting though he hears the strain in your voice that indicates you are feeling down. He tucks his phone between his shoulder and ear, pulling his sweatpants on in the changing room of the agency, ready to head home. 

“Nothing. I tried to work a little bit today and couldn’t focus. I’m sure Bakugou will bitch at me but his audit will simply have to wait another week.”

The man on the other end of the phone chuckles, rising to his full impressive stature and heading toward the exit.

“Do you need a distraction? I could come over.”

The offer is appreciated but you wrestle with how to respond to it. What you assumed were long forgotten feelings for Mirio surface every time you are around him and in your grief and confusion, you struggle to separate them from reality and what’s a balm to make you feel temporarily better. Would seeing him now, only three months removed from losing Toshinori, be appropriate? Is it what’s best?

“You don’t have to, I’m sure it was a long day.”

Togata scoffs, using his coded keycard to exit the building. The sun is still somewhat up, a hot summer evening encroaching and he does not want to go home when he could be spending time with you. The day exhausted him a bit, lots of petty crime picks up during the summertime, but he’s never too tired for you.

“Actually, this was the easiest shift I’ve had in a long time.” He’s lying and you can tell by the lilt in his voice, a particular tone he takes when he’s pretending everything is fine you’ve heard before but you are in no condition to press the issue. “I can pick you up in about thirty minutes and we can just drive if you want?”

You shake your head although he can’t see it. Part of you wants to say no, to rebuff your own feelings once and for all, but you’re weak and hurting and needy. 

“We don’t have to go anywhere, we can just stay here if you want to come.”

And come he does, in that promised thirty minutes. He doesn’t bother to knock on the door anymore, punching in the code and announcing himself with a boisterous smile, then plopping down on the couch next to you.

It feels a lot more like coming home than it reasonably should but every time he feels guilty for envisioning his place in his life, next to you, he remembers the promise he made. He will make you happy no matter what that looks like.

Time passes so quickly when he’s around and it’s welcome to have something besides your own loneliness to listen to while he explains one of his heroic saves of the day, enthusiastically explaining phasing through a tree to capture a runaway attempted bank robber.

“So I caught the guy and somehow managed to save all the money too, which is crazy when you think about it. I thought the wind would carry half of it off but not today.”

You smile at him fondly, eyes crinkling at the corners, but he can tell something else is on your mind. Repositioning himself on the couch, he turns toward you and props his head up with his fist.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He has always been able to tell when something is bothering you and your brain screams that you should say no. You should turn down all of Mirio’s kindness and lock yourself inside of this home with your grief forever, a timeless pseudo-widow trapped in a prison of her own making.

But the warmth of his gaze encourages you so much, words bubble out of you before you can stop them, your hands instantly flying to your face to be pressed against your cheeks.

“Despite what people have said, I loved him.” 

Mirio’s face falls into a concerned frown when he notices your eyes welling up, your glance firmly trained on his face. The papers were pretty harsh to you when the news of his death and your subsequent appointing the heir to his agency, legacy, and image were announced. Opportunistic seemed to be the media’s favorite term, honing in on the age and vitality difference between the two of you rather than the fact a fairly selfless young woman took care of him not knowing any of this was in her future.

You never took care of him in hopes of getting anything, only out of compassion for a man who has made the lives of others so much brighter. Who heals the healer? You took it upon yourself to be the one and you do not regret a moment of it, sitting cross legged at twenty-nine with a sense of pride despite it all.

“Maybe not in a conventional way. I never had,” your face falls a little, as though you’re fearful of reaction toward what you’re about to say. “You know…sex or anything with him. We kissed a few times, we held hands on occasion but my days and nights revolved around him for five years.”

Your voice breaks and immediately you push your thumbs against your eyes to keep yourself from crying where someone else can see it although the sniffling gives you away, sharp little inhalations through your nose. 

“What do I do now?”

The question appears to be rhetorical though he feels compelled to answer, wrapping a reassuring arm around your shoulders and gently pulling you against his side. The lack of personal space between the two of you is honestly nothing new, certainly more so since Toshinori’s departure, and you settle into the warmth of him. It’s a comfort you need desperately, his fingers drumming a little beat of four into your shoulder.

“Whatever you want.” 

You remove your thumbs from over your eyes, sensitive and red rimmed as they are, glancing at the man next to you carefully. The brightness of your living room causes you to squint and he reaches his free hand to wipe tears from your bottom lashes, his crooked index finger pressing delicately against your skin.

“I know that sounds callous and it probably is the wrong thing to say but your life isn’t over just because he isn’t here to watch you live it.” Now it’s Mirio’s voice that cracks and he clears his throat, hand flexing against where it rests on your upper arm. “He left you the tools to live however you want. You have a successful business, you are young and beautiful and…”

He trails off and you blink at him silently. The true feelings he has tried so desperately to hide for the years he has known you are seeping out of him. How much longer can he possibly hold it in before the pressure starts to cause cracks? Before it spills out of him wildly, an ode to you from a boy who has loved you since seventeen?

You stop him from spiraling, opening your mouth to speak while tears escape over his finger and roll down your face.

“I think I’m scared, Mirio.” 

This is the first time you’ve admitted it, even to yourself. An undefined future is a terrifying prospect and while Toshinori was here, you were guaranteed to always have him. Scheduled pills and injections, showers and quality of life activities. Even your work is unstructured outside of your scheduled annual audits, only being called upon when you are needed. 

He holds you against him, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead. This could be just what you need and although he worries about pushing boundaries, you prove his worries wrong by snuggling further into his side. Your tears drip onto the cotton of his t-shirt and he uses his second hand to begin wiping them away, shushing you gently and affectionately.

“It’s okay to be afraid, he wouldn’t judge you for that, but don’t let it make you waste the opportunity to live exactly how you want.” His words are comforting and you nod against his chest, sniffling. “There is no right or wrong way to handle this.”

This is the first time anyone has told you that it’s okay to not know what to do right now. Not that you’ve ever asked, too fearful of making missteps to try and prevent them at all. You need reassurance and although you’ve been given it, it’s hard not to seek it from a man you’ve found so much comfort in over the past few months. He has been vulnerable with you, it seems only right to do the same for him in return. 

Sighing, you unbury your face from his chest. “Do you think I’m doing okay?”

There is a version of you, more than a decade younger than you are now, that lives in Mirio’s mind and he sees her in the way you look up at him with uncertain eyes. It strikes him how long the two of you have known each other; how long he has been dancing around his feelings for you. He nods, removing his arm from your shoulder to cup your cheeks in his palms.

The urge to kiss away those tears is strong but he talks himself down, tilting your head until your gazes fully meet. All of the love he has kept to himself for a decade further threatens to spill out. He stops himself, self restraint a requirement of being a hero after all, and his thumbs gently stroke the rose petal soft skin beneath them.

“You’re doing better with all of this than anyone else ever could.”

There are no words he has ever meant more than these besides the ones he decides to keep to himself, saving the oft considered ‘I love you’ for another day. 

“Thank you. For everything. I kind of worry I’m asking too much from you,” you rush to apologize and he keeps his grip on your face gentle but firm. 

“You can ask me for anything you need.”

He means it more than he meant his promise to the last man that loved you.

“Alright, I think we’ve had as much fun as we are going to have. Babysitters get paid hourly, you know.”

Katsuki wraps his arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling her close to him beneath the same lights the six of you used to drink under a long time ago while saying his goodbye. He has never been much of a drinker and hasn’t indulged even a bit tonight but his wife’s relaxed expression gives away how many beers she’s had and you giggle at her, squeezing her hand as she walks by on their way out.

“Be careful you two,” you call after them, Mirio turning to look at you while you glance over your shoulder. Only Midoriya and his wife remain seated across from you two, snuggled in the corner of their side of the booth. Deku’s ever lovely better half raises a brow and nudges her husband in the ribs gently, subtly motioning toward where the pair of you sit.

This is the first night you’ve really enjoyed yourself in the six months since you’ve lost Toshinori. It has been a great walk down a memory lane you haven’t bothered to explore in a long time.

“Gosh, he’s so grumpy,” you laugh to yourself and Mirio giggles beside you, looking as smitten as he always does. Izuku notices it and looks down at his wife, the two of them communicating wordlessly by the time you glance at them. “I’m guessing you two are next to head home?” You tease, your own brain slightly hazy from the few beers you’ve allowed yourself to indulge in. 

A little voice in the back of your head made you fear showing your face in public, especially after the scrutiny that came so few months ago, but nobody has taken a second glance at your group of friends despite all of the men in the group landing in the top five of the Hero standings. It appears whatever backlash was sparked has faded quickly. You make a note to thank the classmates you had that now work in the media who were likely behind it, hoping you remember it later.

You haven’t just had a good time tonight, you’ve had a great one. Smiling gratefully, you look over at your two remaining friends.

“Like Kacchan said, babysitters are paid hourly,” Deku raises his brows and shrugs. His wife kisses his cheek, beginning to slide out of the booth while he holds onto her hand and follows.

Mirio nods at Izuku and smiles at his wife, having known the two of them since high school as well, the same story with the now gone Bakugou’s.

“Get that beautiful wife of yours home safe, Deku.” He jokes with a chuckle and his friend laughs in response, reaching across the table to pat his shoulder and then yours. 

It’s hard for him to believe how much has changed over these years but how much has remained the same simultaneously. His close friends married their high school sweethearts and settled into their family life, kids and recitals and dinner parties. A piece of him has wondered for years if that could have been the two of you as well if he’d left less up to chance as a young man.

Does it do any good to wonder? Mirio doesn’t know yet he does often, tonight especially.

“You ready to go?”

A little lost in your own world, you look up at him with your eyebrows raised and nod slowly. He looks so handsome, even in this poorly lit room, and heat rises in your face straight to the tips of your ears. It has been a long time since you’ve felt that particular heat, the kind that makes your stomach flip flop.

Would it be wrong of you to ask him if he wants to hang out with you for a little while longer? You don’t have ill intentions in wanting to spend time with him, at least that’s what you tell yourself, and the few beers have made you feel brave.

“Do you wanna hang out with me for a little while? We can just go back to the house or find somewhere else or…” you trail off slightly, a little self conscious. Do you seem desperate? Lonely? Annoying? “If you don’t want to though, I understand.” 

Finishing your question hurriedly, you glance up at Mirio who looks at you with that same earnest stare he has given you for years. There are depths in those pretty blue eyes, humor and pain that he has experienced and joy and so much. There is simply so much more to this man than most people know and unexpectedly, it isn’t just your face that feels too hot, it’s the entire room.

“Of course I do. Let me just take you home and we can hang out there, that way I’m not keeping a lady out too late.”

He knows he’s taking a risk by being outright flirtatious with you after months of trying to keep it subtle. He is but a man and knows that look, though. That ‘through the lashes, lips slightly parted, beautiful woman who wants to spend time with you’ look. He’d be a fool to say no, even if you two do nothing but talk for hours. There’s nothing else he’d rather do with the remnants of his night anyway.

“After you,” he offers with a bright grin. The few beers he has had make his cheeks pink and you want to reach out and touch them but refrain, uncertain of how to do all of this correctly. You’ve never really dated, outside of a few hookups in your early twenties, so this is truly foreign territory. It’s a lot to wrestle with the guilt of moving on, something you have reluctantly admitted to yourself it seems you’re doing, and the weight of grief on your shoulders at all times. 

When does it ever get better or at the very least, when does it become less of a struggle?

Saving those questions for another, less fun evening you slide out of the booth and he follows after, placing his hand against your back to walk you out of the bar. It feels natural, his fingers splayed across your spine and heat once again blooms. It’s embarrassing to feel so excited by sheer touch.

Your relationship with Toshinori was never sexual. Always a companion more so than a lover despite the deep love that bloomed between the two of you, you spent a lot of nights in a different bed exploring your own body while he slept in his own room down the hall. This was always the arrangement, comfortable for both of you. He was physically incapable of having sex and you never wanted to make him feel like less because of it, still complimenting his appearance and doing your best to make him feel attractive. Which he was, even until the end that smile and those jovial blue eyes had the ability to light up a room.

It’s just different with Mirio. This isn’t the first time that heat has bloomed beneath your belly button, begging you to follow it all the way down a rabbit hole you aren’t quite sure you are ready for and the alcohol is making it worse tonight. If he can tell, he’s being a gentleman about it, something to be grateful about.

The two of you stand in the now cool autumn night air, the city still noisy outside. The breeze chills your warm cheeks and you look up at him to find him glancing down at you, wearing an expression that tells him some of the same things on your mind are on his.

“What are you thinking about?”

The question is laced with humor, as most of what the man says tends to be, and you feel caught with your pants down. Playing it off with a giggle, you decide to push back; to make him feel like he’s the one being surveyed instead. 

“Why didn’t you kiss me when we were in high school?”

The topic of first kisses came up tonight, your friends reminiscing about how they’ve shared their first everything together throughout the years, and you recall yours being lackluster. Some guy you went to college with named Dai who slobbered all over your face your first year.

Certainly not who you would’ve preferred sharing a kiss with.

Your question has caught Mirio off guard and he rubs his neck, scrunching his nose and refusing to make eye contact with you. The truth is that he was simply too afraid to make a move and by the time he was able to, it felt improper given the conflict and all that happened.

It was hardly a time for making a move on the girl you had a crush on and the two of you just went your separate ways after that. He became a Pro Hero, working his way up into the top 15 within his first year and then the top 10 the next and only climbing from there, you went to college to pursue your public safety certification. By the time you were able to reconnect in your early twenties, your lives had diverged so wildly it no longer felt appropriate to, well, go after you.

“I don’t know,” he finally says. “I think I was afraid you didn’t like me back.” Snorting, you attempt to stifle your laughter. He glances down at you, tilting his head, feigning offense.

“Really? I’m being honest with you and you’re going to laugh at me?”

Wrapping your arm around his bicep, you attempt damage control by resting your head against him. A breathy sigh leaves you and you glance upward to catch him staring down at you once again.

“I had such a crush on you that even Hatsume gave me shit about it.” You speak through your nose, attempting the now most sought after equipment outfitter in all of Japan's higher voice and inflection. “Where’s your little boyfriend, magnet girl?”

The two of you devolve into a fit of childish giggles, not unlike the ones you shared back then, and without warning he leans in close to you. You still cling to his bicep but he’s bent at the waist, lips inches from yours, one of his hands reaching to rest against the side of your neck.

“Can I make up for it now?”

Ocean eyes search yours, pleading for an answer. All of that heat courses through your body at once and without putting too much thought into any real consequence, you nod. Just a kiss won’t hurt either of you, for old time’s sake regardless of what may or may not be blooming here. Mirio closes the distance between the two of you and gently brushes his lips against yours, gentlemanly and chivalrous even in the throes his tremendous need to touch and feel and be close to you, and you whimper when he pulls away sooner than you liked.

“Was that okay?”

Giggling, you lean in and kiss him again to give him his reply. It was more than okay, it was everything you’ve ever dreamed of. His lips are soft, a sharp comparison to the well kept and bulky rest of him that you have had to stop yourself from eyeing hungrily on more than one occasion. His mouth tastes like salt and beer and love.

Pure love lives on his tongue that is working its way into your mouth while he hurriedly backs you two into a narrow alleyway between the bar you just left and the building next to it. His knee rests between your barely parted legs and your hands reach for anything they can grab, forearms and biceps and his shoulders and chest. You touch recklessly, one hand sliding up the side of his neck to cup his jaw and the other rubbing circles just beneath the hem of his shirt, above his belt buckle.

“Hey,” he stops you unexpectedly to catch his breath, chest heaving while he glances down at you. “I want to keep this going but I have to tell you first that I love you.”

There it is. The thing he has been keeping to himself for twelve long, torturous years. Mirio loves you so fiercely he wonders how he’s managed to even breathe the last 12 years without you by his side, your laughter and light filling his days and nights no matter how they go. 

How could he ever live without you again? He isn’t sure that he could.

Blinking up at him, you slide your hand further up his face and tousle his blonde hair between your fingers. 

“I don’t care if it’s too soon for you to say it back or if you ever will but I love you. I have for such a long time it hurts to keep it to myself any longer.”

The smile on your face turns into a full blown grin, fingers still snaked in his hair. Maybe it’s too soon, maybe lust is winning the battle between your wits and your heart or maybe this is a chance to say something you’ve felt for longer than you realized. 

“I love you too, Mirio.”

It doesn’t make your love for Toshinori any less real to admit you love the man who has been by your side for virtually 24 hours a day for the last six months and long before that too. 

He leans back in and kisses you again, silencing any thoughts other than the two of you and it leaves you breathless, gently grinding against his jean clad thigh and sucking on his tongue. Another pause and he pulls away, cupping your face. 

“Take me home with you.”

It isn’t a plea of desperation but one of pure unadulterated need. He needs you, any way you’ll let him have you, tonight. 

Nodding, you close the distance and press your lips against his.

“Let’s go.”

In all the time that has passed since you lost Toshinori, your home feels a little brighter when you arise in it each day. 

It feels like somewhere you can build your own life now instead of living trapped inside the memory of his. You were concerned that changing anything about this place would rob you of the comfort of having once loved the man who left it to your care but you know he wouldn’t want you to stand in one place for long. All those months ago, Mirio was right when he told you that Toshinori would want you to make the best of what you’ve been given.

Move forward, he’d assure you if he were still here. Be yourself and find happiness.

Despite all the ways you’re still healing, you have. 

You think about him every day. You will forever, regardless of the nature of your relationship and how other people view it. Some days the memory of him cuts through you like a knife, especially the last year of your life with him spent doing a lot more caretaking than you’d done the prior four, and other days it’s a gentle breeze. A whisper and reminder that he’s watching you, he loves you, he’s proud of you.

You’ve done the All Might legacy well, donating a large chunk of his fortune back to the communities he so committedly served. Scholarships for students who want to go to hero academies but may not have the pedigree or wealth to let them in, rebuilding the last remnants of an over decade old war that still scar areas of Musutafu tourists don’t visit. 

The dreams you have yet to fulfill with what you’ve been provided make your future seem more full than ever. Hospitals bearing his name, education about the balance of hero life and personal life, safety equipment becoming better than ever. Your ambitions are big and you will make them all come true, a vow you made to him on the day he died even if he wasn’t cognizant enough to understand what you were saying.

This is all for him, dearly departed, a man you cared so deeply about you would’ve taken care of him for ten more years if you had to. You’re grateful it didn’t come to that if only for his sake, the suffering his ailing body was facing more than you like to think about even today, but all things considered it was a good life. 

Even the papers have commended the woman they once referred to as an amoral opportunist. 

Maybe you aren’t so bad after all.

And today when your feet hit the ground, the sun rises and fills the room with light through the gauzy curtains you put up a few months back. The cat you recently adopted twines himself around your legs and looks up at you expectantly, breakfast already a few minutes late. You couldn’t go long without having something new to take care of, the cat was once a beat up little thing brought to you by Lemillion himself one evening after a shift that has grown into a demanding beast.

“Saving little lost cats is a bit cliche, isn’t it?” You joked when he unzipped his hooded sweatshirt and produced the fuzzy, green eyed lump that mewed at you the moment he saw you. Mirio grinned and half shrugged. “Yeah but I’m good at it, right?”

Good he is, you think looking over at his still sleeping form in your bed. 

For some, it may be too soon to cautiously lend your heart to another man. You love Toshinori and always will, the impact he left on your life is profound in ways you’ll discover for years to come, but a part of you has always loved Mirio even if circumstances prevented the pair of you from being together. He was once a silly teenager who was too afraid to ask you to be his girlfriend when he graduated high school, satisfied to leave things up to fate, and now he is a grown man who has been by your side through the most painful loss of your life so far, holding you together on the days when you were worried you would crumble.

Both of you are grateful that fate decided well although she took her time and brought a lot of pain on her way.

Instead of getting out of bed, you lean down and pick up your now purring cat and slide back into bed beside him, his hands instinctively reaching behind him for your thighs to pull you closer. 

“I didn’t think you were awake,” you whisper and he chuckles, scarred hand running up the expanse of your thigh while your cat climbs onto his shoulder and licks his face. There’s no use in trying to carefully swat the creature away so he lets him settle onto the pillow above his head. 

“I always notice when you get up and I have to fight the urge to follow you.”

Giggling, you wrap yourself around his back and rest your cheek between his bare shoulder blades.

“Why’s that?”

He finally turns to face you, blue eyes glancing down at the thing he has wanted for years. Your unmade, half awake face. The domesticity of your cat purring above both of your heads. The promise of packing to take a week off from heroics to go and enjoy a far off destination neither of you have been together.

“In case I ever lose you again,” he admits vulnerably and you smile up at him, hand reaching to cup his cheek.

The half awake mumblings have more truth to them then you could possibly imagine, fear that something else will hurt you or pull you away from him. Fear that he’s going to waste his time again, precious days he has always wanted to spend with you meaning nothing because he’s too cowardly to fight for what he wants. Maybe a younger version of Mirio Togata would have let this happen but not this one, older and wiser that he is. 

The ring he plans on proposing to you with this week is nestled in his suitcase, buried beneath too many pairs of socks and probably too few pairs of boxers. He won’t even mind a long engagement, if you need one, as long as he knows forever with you is what waits on the other side.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I think we’re stuck together for life after all we’ve been through.”

As he promised his mentor a few months over a year ago, he will ensure that you are.

#all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #mirio togata x reader #lemillion x reader #kendall writes #cw death

[kirbyskisses]

cw: dumbification, overstimulation, fem!reader, rough messy sex, size kink, implied!virgin kink.

taglist: @blkladyelle @mxonigirimiya @niggette @adamansdiamond @sems-diarie @imperatorkhaleesi

mirio is the definition of rough because he doesn’t realize just how big his body is compared to you.

he’s really trying to be soft whenever he pushes in, honest! always praising you he loves missionary because he can look into your eyes and smile. “you’re so pretty, sunflower. yer taking me so well - so well! just a few more inches, okay? my baby would tell me if it hurts right?”

" ‘would. feels good.” is about as much of a coherent phrase as you can form, nodding and drooling as his tongue mixes against yours. you know he’s trying to be slow and gentle and you enjoy his attempts but mirio has a tendency of getting too pussy whipped to think the second he pushes into you.

he can’t even tell you’re trying to squirm because his weight is keeping you still. he doesn’t even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. he’d already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.

he pants like a dog. he ruts and grinds into your soft, plushy walls, huge hands digging and pressing into your rolls of fat or your tender arms. despite having had more experience it’s something about you - about how tight you are, how you trust him, how you’ve trained yourself for him and how you shivered when he first made your virgin folds tremble and cum.

“sorry, pretty. you just feel so good...i always want to sink my whole cock into you.” just his sincerity as his hips fold to yours and stutter by the time he’s halfway in make your eyes roll back a little. by the time he buries another inch in he’s babbling reassurance, voice almost breaking as your tight hole squeezes and clenches. “you’re getting so wet!” he almost cries, and you can’t tell if your bruising pussy is trying to swallow more of him in or push him out.

“miri’!” you sniffle, nails trailing his huge shoulders. “ ‘s big!”

“wanna stop?” he sounds so concerned as you pout - you can feel your walls trying to expand to take more of him.

“no!” whether that’s a “no more, too much!” or “no, don’t stop!” your foggy brain can’t tell. both of you are too far gone and he slips in further, further than you ever thought he could.

“‘s okay pretty girl, it’s gonna be quick. just g’nna use my baby’s sweet hole for a little while. y’ feel good. god you make me feel so good. i love you, y’know that?” he strokes your face softly, a contrast to how brutal your lower parts feel once he finally pops his full size in completely.

“‘love you too, lemillion.”

he can’t tell if it’s because that you used his hero name or if it’s because he’s finally bottomed out in you or because he’s so thrilled whenever you say those three little words in ur tiny voice - whatever was in mirio’s brain empties out, it completely shuts down. he's whining and whimpering, fucking drooling all over you - babbling out nonsense about how good he can make you feel, how his fat cock will make you cream so well.

#mirio smut #mha mirio #mirio togata #[lemillion] fucks #it was his birthday so I couldn’t stop thinking about him #mirio x you #mirio x y/n #mirio x reader #mirio toogata #lemillion #Lemillion x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x fem!reader #smut

[vendettaviraa]

Singer!Reader P3

⇒ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

⇒ My Hero Academia

⇒ Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado

⇒ The reader is a singer in the MHA universe and these are the students reactions to being Y/N's fan!

Izuku Midoriya!

Such a fanboy! He is such a huge fan and loves watching your latest interviews and performances online!!

Knows all of your songs by heart! Loves singing/humming along when he's by yourself

I can picture him copying some of your performances like dance moves or just how you act on stage

Lots of merch!! Lots of posters, signed items as well!!

While I do think he will own some clothing items, he doesn't wear them often because he cherishes it a lot

When he does make the time to attend to one of your concerts or signings, his face becomes very red and flustered and starts stuttering. You've ran into him a few times and there was no way you'd forget the green-haired boy since you found his nervousness very cute

Ochaco Uraraka

Absolutely adores you!

While she can't exactly afford to go to any of your concerts or even get lots of merch of yours, she does find other ways to support you and show her love for you

Whether that be watching all of your interviews, meetings, online performances and singing along

Her friends have definitely spoiled her on her birthday with your merchandise which she was very happy for that she actually cried

They were able to get a limited edition poster which you had signed with, "you're my hero Uraraka!"; hence why she broke out in tears

After all, being a hero was hard work and she tended to neglect her own feelings and well being.

She keeps the poster up in her dorm room on the ceiling above her bed so it's something she sees everytime she wakes up and goes to sleep

It was a gentle reminder that she was important, especially to you even if you had billions of fans, you loved every single one of them individually.

Tenya Iida

We already know this man's only passion is being a hero and saving people That is until his friends discovered how passionate he was for your music as well!

"Y/N?? Yes I know their music" Least to say everyone was shocked. He happily showed off his album collection of you, ranging from limited edition themed albums, to plain regular albums. He also had them on all types of mediums (records, CDs, digital, you name it he had it)

Definitely robot dancing in the crowd every times he attends your concerts, you've caught glimpses of his moves a few times since it's really hard to miss

It has made you laugh a lot ever since you've seen it, and he's pretty memorable in your eyes

Another reason why you remember him so well is because he's always at your fan-meets and signings. Like I said, the sort of robotic movement he has isn't hard to forget

I don't really see him having lots of clothing merch for you, rather just strictly collectibles so everyone can see how much he values you

He absolutely loves how much effort and work you put into everything you release, so that's why he always snatches it as soon as it comes out so you know it's worthwhile

Mirio Togata

What can he say? He's just so proud to be your biggest fan!

Owns a bunch of merch from t-shirts, albums, photo cards and stickers!

While I can see him more as a muted fan, meaning he doesn't go off on people about how great you are he does adore you a lot!

Has playlists for different moods just like Hado! Except they're mainly for studying and working out!

He's a bit bashful when he gets to meet you, you found it to be very endearing!

His lock screen on his phone is literally a picture of the two of you together that you took during a fan meet! He was definitely first in line as he had been waiting way before the doors even opened!

You were like a light in his life, how could he not be excited by your very prescence?!

Tamaki Amajiki

More of a reserved quiet fan! Even his friends weren't aware that he was a huge fan of you.

He loves listening to your latest songs during his patrols or while he's working out! Something about your melodic voice seems to ease him all the time.

When Mirio and Hado found out that he was a fan of you, they immediately took him to one of your concerts! Poor guy couldn't stand all the people at the venue.

Especially when you made eye contact with him! He immediately turned red and his soul left his body.

To which you felt bad that you caused the poor boy to faint so you gifted him a signed poster as well as a little get well soon card!

It's the only thing he owns of you merch wise since it has special sentimental value!

Nejire Hado

Always asking everyone if they like you or have heard of your songs! And if the answer to either or is no, she would proceed to hook them up with lots of songs!

While I don't see Hado owning any clothing merch, she does have posters and collects albums as well as fan cards of you!

I can definitely see her having several different playlists fitting different moods just from your songs! As well as running her own little fan account about you!

Loves loves LOVES attending every event you are at! A concert? Shes there. A fan meeting? She's there. She also buys a bunch of limited edition merch and VIP passes so you know her well!

#mha x reader #kaninabunny #mha #hado x reader #lemillion x reader #mirio x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #deku x reader #ochako x reader #uraraka x reader #iida x reader #tenya x reader #my hero x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader

[cheekykitsune]

On-Call Desserts

Here it is! THE SEQUEL TO HOME-COOKED MEALS!!!

Yes, the title had to be related. Necessity.

Anywho, make sure you let me know what you think of this long ass scenario! Please, fuel my dumbassery. Three scenarios so close together has been fucking exhausting but I am, trying my best!

OH YEAH! There is also some MILD Drug use. It’s explained, and it’s pills. No needles. Read at own risk.

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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“Hey, Tamaki? It’s Mirio”

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You watched Mirio curiously, remaining seated on the kitchen table with a hand rubbing at your modestly sore throat; deciding to stay quiet so that you might be able to work out how things would pan out.

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“I know your shift just finished, but see, the thing is that (Name) just went into heat and sh—”

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Mirio stopped speaking for a moment, leaning down to press a tender kiss on your forehead before leaning back; his hand resting on top of your head while you assumed Tamaki spoke on the other end of the phone.

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“Look, I was trying to tell you that we wanted to see if you’d join us.”

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You looked away the moment Mirio sent a wink in your direction, a low chuckle following your reaction; causing you to kick at his leg lightly. A soft gasp escaping you when the hand on your head moved to tangle in your hair roughly, giving a firm yank until you found yourself staring up at the ceiling with Mirio’s mouth against your throat and the mark that he had left behind on you.

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“No. It isn’t a joke. I want you to fuck my little Omega while I watch…knot her, breed her…I don’t care, neither does she. You should see how fucking wet she is right now Tamaki, all because you might come fuck her in front of me”

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 You let out a soft whine as he spoke, unable to argue with a single word he said; your slick pooling between your thighs at just the thought of having Tamaki use you like you were his.

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 “Thirty minutes? No worries. See you then buddy.”

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 Mirio hung up the phone promptly, throwing it across the room moments before laying you back down on the table, his erection rubbing against your slick-covered folds and dragging a needy moan from your lips. One that you couldn’t hold back.

 “Guess that means I have thirty minutes to fuck you senseless without his help…what do you think Sunflower? Can you keep up?” You moaned at his question as he grabbed a hold of your hips with both hands, promptly burying his cock deep inside of you; his knot twitching slightly as he pressed it against your folds, still not fully recovered from having you soothe his erection mere minutes ago.

 “Use your words baby, I know you can…” Mirio tailed off, cooing the words down at you as you stared up at him through half-lidded eyes; soft mewls and needy whines escaping you each time you tried to silence yourself.

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 “I…can keep up with you Alpha, I can…so please…”

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 He smiled down at you lovingly, leaning down to kiss you with a tenderness he usually reserved for when you were ready to cuddle in your nest before the next rounds of wild fucking resumed.

 “Alright my little Omega, I’ll spoil you for the next thirty minutes…because when Tamaki gets here, I’m going to be very, very selfish when it comes to using you for our needs.” You couldn’t help but nod your head slowly at his honeyed promise, the mere thought of what was to come enough to fill you with more energy that you would need to burn off.

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 “Good girl…”

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  “Alright Sunflower, that should be Tamaki now…but you need to wait right here, alright?”

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  You let out a soft whimper of understanding as Mirio leaned away from your vulnerable form on top of the kitchen table, pulling his thankfully deflated knot out of your slick-covered folds with a loud, wet pop; the sound sending a shiver through your spine.

  “Good girl” Mirio offered you a quietly spoken praise while adjusting his pants, moments before you were left alone in the kitchen; familiar voices on the other side of the very wall you were stuck looking at with your head hanging over the edge of the table making your body burn with desire, even though your Alpha had just finished fucking you.

  That wasn’t even counting the fact that he had started out by going down on you, nor you taking his dick down your throat.

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  “Hey Tamaki, thanks for coming man! You should’ve seen her when I suggested this, desperate for it. Weren’t you baby?”

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  You gave a slight nod of your head as the two Alphas entered your line of sight. Mirio wearing a shit-eating grin after having just over-filled you with his thick seed and Tamaki staring down at you with such a hunger, you were almost afraid to speak.

  “And you’re sure this is okay? She’s your Omega Mirio…I don’t want to overstep” Tamaki growled out his concerns as he approached with slow steps, your eyes glued to the impressive bulge in his pants; no doubt the sight of you sprawled out like you were, combined with the sickly sweet scent of your heat being the cause.

  “We talked about it before calling you, she’s eager and the idea of watching you fuck her has my knot throbbing” Mirio made the remark without putting too much thought into it, all of his attention focused solely and Tamaki and the way he approached your ready form.

  “But not on the table, poor thing will be broken by the time we’re done if we don’t move to the bedroom” You sent Mirio a thankful look as Tamaki nodded his head in agreement, strong arms sliding under your back and behind your knees; lifting you into the capable arms of the pro-hero that was about to knot you in front of your own Alpha.

  “The bedroom, right?” Mirio nodded in response to Tamaki’s question, following after you quickly while Tamaki made his way through the house. Almost as if he owned the place.

  “I’m kind of surprised that you were so open to the idea though Tamaki, didn’t think it was something you’d be interested in” Tamaki smiled down at you as Mirio spoke, his hold on your already tired body tightening ever-so-slightly before loosening almost immediately. You weren’t sure why, but the small act of affection had your heart thundering inside of your chest.

  “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about doing something similar to her, Mirio.” Tamaki deposited you onto the bed as he spoke, half-turning his body to look at Mirio as you got yourself comfortable; a mix of Mirio’s seed and your own slick coating your folds, dripping down onto the once clean sheets.

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  “Oh? Well maybe if you do a good job fucking her, I might consider sharing her with you in a more permanent fashion…if she agrees of course”

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  Your cheeks burned at the very idea of having two Alphas to yourself constantly, the number of times you would be knotted during your heats, or perhaps if you simply craved it. The warmth at night. Endless possibilities and all of them choosing now to rush through your head.

  “Then I can do what I want to her right? Since you get a front row seat?” Tamaki gave a vague gesture to the head of the bed, which is exactly where Mirio settled himself in; now completely naked, with his legs spread and a large hand loosely holding onto his cock, giving lazy tugs that had beads of precum rolling down from the tip along the underside of his dick.

  “Tamaki, enjoy yourself. (Name) will let you know if she needs you to stop. Won’t you Sunflower?” You nodded your head at Mirio’s mention of you, your eyes glued to Tamaki’s hands as they peeled away the clothes that hid a delightful show of muscle that came from years of training to become a pro-hero.

  “Then sit up for me (Name). Just for a second…” Tamaki trailed off as you obeyed his request, leaning up towards him the moment he started to lower himself to your level; his soft, warm lips stealing yours in a surprisingly demanding kiss.

  His large hand moving to support the nape of your neck while he lowered you back down onto the bed, his tongue expertly working its way inside of your mouth before tangling with your own; stealing every breath you had ever taken with the intensity of the kiss.

  It was different to how Mirio would kiss you and yet, at the same time, you found yourself enjoying both as much as the other.

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  “Fuck…did she just whimper Tamaki? Did you get her whimpering from a kiss?”

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  You gasped in the oxygen you desperately needed while Tamaki pulled his head back, using the opportunity to look back at Mirio who continued to lazily stroke his cock.

  “I guess I did…” Tamaki trailed off with a smile as he turned your head back to face him, his lips colliding with yours once again while his hands moved to your cum covered thighs, spreading them so that he could nestle himself between them; his long cock dragging over your sensitive folds, easily making you whine out a moan that was music to their ears.

  “I can’t wait to bury my knot inside of you (Name), you’ll look so cute stretched around it, begging me to breed you in front of your Alpha” The low rumbled words the left Tamaki’s mouth as he trailed searing kisses down your neck made you squirm beneath him; gasping out when you felt the tip of his dick slide past your folds, sitting against your entrance so snuggly, that you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering how good he would feel if you were to simply act as a cockwarmer once your body demanded a break from the exhausting business that was having to keep up with two Alphas.

  Tamaki’s hands moved from your thighs, up to your own hands. His fingers lacing between yours as he pinned your arms above your head; a slow roll of his hips filling you to the brim with every inch of his dick, the head of his cock pressing up against your cervix lightly. Just enough to pull a soft moan from your swelling lips, enough to let you know what he could do to you if he so chose.

  “Before you get started, Tamaki…” Mirio’s voice broke the trance that Tamaki had settled on you, causing you to blink rapidly while tilting your head to look towards the love of your life; becoming confused when you noticed him rummaging through the bedside table. A quiet hum filling the silence.

  “Do you remember the other week when we were on patrol…when we found those low-life Alphas trading Omegas, along with the drugs they used to put themselves into a lust-fuelled craze?” The words that left Mirio’s mouth made you gulp nervously, a shameful burst of excitement igniting deep within you as your mind pieced together what your Alpha was getting at.

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  “Wait, you kept those?”

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  Mirio snorted in response as he returned to his position at the head of the bed, holding up a small orange pill bottle with what seemed to be a legitimate label on the front of it; a wide grin on the blonde Alpha’s features.

  “No, I didn’t…but I did have the agency do a thorough check on what they were. Turns out they’re safe. It’s a drug you can get with a script from any doctor. Those morons were over-dosing, it’s supposed to enhance heats and ruts, induce them even” Mirio hummed out the explanation while opening the bottle, downing a single pill before either you or Tamaki could say anything to stop him.

  “I tried one the other day after a long shift. (Name) took five of my knots before we both crashed on the couch, my knot still stuck inside of her…a real mess when we woke up, but a good time none-the-less” With that said, Mirio held a pill against Tamaki’s lips, giving you the perfect view to watch the still hesitant man take it into his mouth; swallowing before he could get a real taste for it.

  “For a minute, I thought I was going to have to take you to the police and fuck (Name) through her heat without you” Tamaki muttered the remark dryly, dark eyes dropping to your lips as Mirio sat back against the headrest; the orange bottle of pills discarded amongst the sheets while he enjoyed the show, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock with a little more effort this time. Slow, steady strokes becoming the new favourite rhythm for the moment.

  “Not likely. I’m a hero Tamaki, a pro, just like you are. I wouldn’t have it if it weren’t completely legal and safe to use…now shut the fuck up and fuck my Omega” Mirio’s voice dipped out of the usual happy-go-lucky tone that he usually carried, instead a deep hunger filling his voice; one that you recognised from the other night when he completely destroyed your body with his rough fucking.

  Instead of crying out in pleasure when Tamaki gave a harsh thrust of his hips, you found yourself unable to make any noise what-so-ever; Tamaki’s tongue once again invading your mouth and stealing your ability to breathe properly.

  Having to cope with a few quick gasps here and there whenever the now starving Alpha decided to kiss, or nip somewhere else. Somehow finding all the sensitive, still-healing bitemarks that Mirio had left on your body from the countless times he had fucked you in your new home.

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  “That’s it Tamaki, fuck her like she’s your Omega. Get her addicted to your knot, make her beg for it” 

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  You whimpered out loudly at the already addictive sensations while Tamaki’s pace continued to grow wilder and wilder with each new thrust of his hips; the pill that Mirio had given him kicking in faster than anyone had expected. Though that could be due to the nature of his quirk, you weren’t entirely sure.

  You also found yourself unable to care.

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  “T-Tama…ki…!”

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  Your broken cry of pleasure had the Alpha’s in the room snarling in appreciation, your sounds of delight fuelling them both. Mirio’s strokes growing sloppy and desperate while Tamaki fucked you senseless, his teeth leaving behind deep marks that would take time to heal from what you could tell at that moment.

  “Fuck…fuck you and those pills Mirio!” Tamaki snarled out in such an unexpected way as his hips moved harder and faster, each of his thrusts rocking your entire body deeper into the mattress; the head of his cock almost constantly hitting up against your cervix while his quickly inflating knot began to catch at your entrance until suddenly he was unable to pull out of you anymore.

  Only able to rut himself up against your body as his knot locked him into place, his hot seed filling you without warning; the sensation of having him constantly pressed up against your most sensitive part inside of you enough to make your back arch and your lips part in the form of a loud moan of ecstasy.

  Long enough for your horny Alpha to drop a single pill into your mouth, his throbbing cock soon following and making you swallow the pill; any questions you might have had thrown out the window as your Alpha began to thrust his hips; fucking your throat like he had done earlier the very same day.

  “Let go of her hands!” Mirio snarled out the command to Tamaki, who complied immediately so that Mirio could guide your hands to the pulsing knot that he had left unattended. Purely for this moment if his thrusts were anything to go by.

 .

  “Squeeze baby. You want your orgasm right? You want to be so full that you can curl up with your Alphas and sleep off the exhaustion with a satisfied grin? Then you need to fucking swallow every drop of my cum, right now.”

 .

  Mirio’s growled out instruction had you clenching around Tamaki’s still throbbing knot, earning a low curse of enjoyment from him while you squeezed and rubbed at Mirio’s knot. Desperate to please both men above you, managing to breathe through your nose well enough to cope with the way Mirio kept thrusting his hips. Using you as much as he could without breaking you.

  “Are you sure she can handle…us like this? If we hurt her…” You could hear Tamaki above you as you continued to do as Mirio had asked, a strangely pleasant warmth beginning to settle in your body as you did; he sensation different to your usual heats and yet more intense all at once.

  “That’s why I gave her a pill after we had ours…it’ll hit her different and hard. Harder than us, the sooner we get our first knots down, the sooner we can exhaust her” Mirio’s hands moved to your jaw as he spoke, his touch rough and loving all at once; making you moan around his dick in the most encouraging way you could manage with his non-stop pace.

 .

  “I swear to god…she’s ours now. Not yours. Ours. I’m never gonna be able to forget the way she takes my knot”

 .

  You could feel your cheeks burn at Tamaki’s growled out words, Mirio’s laughter following soon after; though his thrusts didn’t stop. It was the opposite really.

  The more his knot swelled between your hands, the harsher he became until finally, his hips gave a sudden jerk, his thick knot pressing up against your lips as much as he could manage without forcing his knot inside your mouth.

  Mirio’s hot, thick cum invading your throat as you desperately tried to swallow every last drop. Just like he told you to; your hands moving slower but with more force, wanting to milk your Alpha of everything he had to offer you.

  “Holy shit…”

 .

  “I know, she’s a little bundle of perfection that just wants her Alphas to be happy.”

 .

  You rolled your hips at the praise Mirio gave you, nearly choking on his cum when Tamaki’s hips bucked with a force you weren’t prepared for. Obviously enjoying your little manoeuvre, a little too much.

  “Careful, she might be a good cook sleeve for us but making her choke on my dick at this angle is a bit mean…” Mirio’s thumb brushed over your throat as he spoke, the action a temporary show of affection until you no longer had his dick in your mouth; you knew that once his knot went down, Mirio would praise you and spoil you with everything you needed once you had done as you were told.

  It didn’t used to work like that, in the beginning of your relationship with him. But over the years your Alpha had worked out what works best to keep you happy and you sure as hell weren’t going to argue with it.

 .

  “It was an accident, I’m sorry (Name)...I’ll make it up to you as soon as my knot goes down, bunny. I promise.”

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Just One Date (Yandere!Mirio Togata x Reader)

A/N: Yo this turned out way longer than I expected it to, but I've been working on this for awhile now and I'm mostly happy with how it turned out. Mirio's one of my favorite characters so I just had to write him lol

Synopsis: You're convinced the Pro Hero Lemillion is just a little too invested with you, and it's starting to make you nervous. You want him to leave you be, but Mirio's offer is something you just can't refuse.

Content Warning: yandere, stalking, manipulation, coercion, drugging, kidnapping, non-consensual touching

Word Count: 4.2k

It all started with you just wanting to be friendly with the young Pro Hero who had decided to try the cafe you worked at. He was a popular and powerful hero, so it was only natural that you’d want to make a good impression. You treated him with kindness and delivered the best customer service you could possibly muster, and he left seeming satisfied with his visit. You thought that was the end of it.

However…

Maybe you had been too friendly with him, and he interpreted it as you being interested in him. Because he sure as hell was interested in you. It used to just be weekly visits during your shift, but now they’ve almost become daily. And you don’t see him just at the cafe anymore. Now, it feels like he’s everywhere. The grocery store, the bank, the mall, even at the movie theater! Whenever you inquire about these so-called “coincidental” encounters, he always passes it off as “being in the area” or “on patrol”, but those excuses aren’t cutting it anymore. There was something off about him, and it was making you feel uneasy. Which has led you to your current situation this afternoon.

“Hey, is (Name) here today?”

You furiously shook your head at your miffed coworker, pleading with her to say no. You were currently hiding in the back kitchen of the cafe you worked at, having found sanctuary there the minute you noticed a certain blond-haired hero approaching the establishment. You had begged your coworker, Unmei, to cover for you and tell him that you weren’t on shift today. Given her huffy and disgruntled ‘yes’, you could only hope she would follow through.

“Sorry…(Name) isn’t here right now…”

Yes! Thank you, Unmei!

“They’re out on their lunch break, but they’ll be back in half an hour or so.”

No! Why would you tell him that, Unmei?

The pro, Lemillion, lit up at this news and he gave her one of his award-winning smiles, saying, “I’ll be back in a bit then. Thanks for letting me know!”

He sashayed away after that, out the doors and down the street. Once he was nowhere in sight, you stormed out of your hiding spot and pulled your colleague to the side.

“What the heck, Unmei? You said you would cover for me!”

The girl shook her head, sighing. “Really, (Name), I don’t get why you’re trying to avoid him. It’s obvious he likes you! Are you really going to pass up the opportunity to date a top Pro Hero?”

“You don’t understand. I swear to God, he follows me wherever I go! No matter where I am, I end up running into him. Not to mention he’s constantly visiting me at work. It’s getting annoying,” You complain, massaging your forehead to quell the headache you’re getting just from thinking about Lemillion.

“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” Unmei chuckled at the thought. “There’s no way he’s everywhere you go. He’s got more important duties than to follow some civilian around. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.”

“It’s not a coincidence! I don’t know what it is about him, but he kind of gives me the creeps…”

“I think you’re the only person who would ever say Lemillion, of all heroes, is creepy,” Unmei shook her head, completely dismissing your concerns. She began to walk to the back kitchen with dishes in her hands. “I’m jealous, (Name). Not many are lucky enough to have a Pro Hero who’s got the hots for them. And one as popular as him, no less.”

“Lucky is not what I would call it…” You mumbled, but Unmei was too far away to hear. 

Thirty minutes came and went faster than you were ready for. You had just finished working through a rush, so you had no time to hide or prepare when Lemillion came through the doors, the biggest smile on his face when he saw you at the counter. You grimaced as he stalked up to you.

“Hey, (Name)! How are you today? Having a good time at work?” His grin was blinding; you couldn’t help but advert your gaze and back up a bit.

“Hi…Lemillion…I’m doing alright,” You muttered. Glancing to the side, you could see Unmei watching you with a smirk on her face. You tried to give her a pleading look to help you out of this situation, but she only gave you an encouraging thumbs-up before disappearing into the kitchen.

“You don’t have to keep calling me by my hero name, remember? We’re pretty close, so just Mirio is fine!”

We are most definitely not close. You thought, but nodded along with his suggestion anyway.

“Ri- Right…so, uh, what can I do for you today?” You said, trying to make this interaction as short as possible.

“Oh, I won’t be getting anything this time,” Mirio scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you for a sec. Somewhere a bit more private.”

Uh oh. You hope that didn’t mean what you thought it meant. He wasn’t going to try and ask you out, was he? All of your encounters with him have been generally friendly so far, if you disregard the strange looks of longing and fleeting touches he’d sometimes give you. Despite the fact you’re convinced he’s been following you, you never thought he’d want to take your “relationship” a step further. It was dangerous for Pros to date after all; if any word got out that a hero had a partner, villains could easily snatch them up and use them for their nefarious schemes. This risk only increases tenfold when the hero is in Japan’s Top 10. All the more reason to shut his advances down.

“Um, I’m kind of busy right now. Besides, I just went on break, so I can’t-”

“Lemillion! It’s so good to see you again!” A booming voice resounded from behind you, making you flinch. Turning around, you see your boss approaching, a gleeful look on his face that rivaled the hero in front of you.

“Hey there, Mr. Kyōfu! Just thought I’d drop by and say hello to your lovely employee here!” You internally cringed at Mirio’s compliment and the wink he sent your way.

“Of course! You’re welcome here anytime! Can I get you anything? It’s on the house!” It was obvious how much your boss was sucking up to him, but Mirio didn’t seem to notice.

“Thanks, but I’m good!” The blond chuckled. “Though I was wondering if I could steal (Name) away for a bit? I know they’re busy, but I promise I won’t keep them for too long.”

“Sure, sure!” Mr. Kyōfu nodded, patting your back that you think was meant to be encouraging, but it only made you more uncomfortable. “Go ahead, (Name). We should be fine without you for now.”

“But, sir-” You tried to protest, but Mr. Kyōfu was already pushing you towards the swinging counter door, the only thing separating you from the beaming Pro Hero.

“Keep him company for as long as possible, alright? More customers will want to come in if they see him here,” He uttered lowly, so that only you could hear. “Sit by a window if you can, too.”

Of course all he cared about was the money. Your boss has been nothing but delighted with the fact that Lemillion chooses to make regular visits to his little cafe. Business has never been better here, as many people would do anything to see a big hero in person. So it was no surprise that Mr. Kyōfu would push you to entertain Mirio. Even if it made you super uncomfortable to do so.

You stumbled out the door right to where Mirio was patiently waiting. You wanted to argue with Mr. Kyōfu, tell him you wanted nothing more than to stay as far away from Lemillion as possible. If he wanted to keep the Pro around to be his moneymaker, he could find a way to do it himself. The look he was giving you, however, made any complaint die in your throat. There really was no getting out of this.

I need to find a new job.

Sighing, you reluctantly led Mirio away from the front counter and towards the back of the cafe, where it was more secluded. The both of you sat down in a booth, a nice big window next to you that gave you a view of the bustling city streets. Surprisingly, Mirio had the courtesy to sit across from you rather than next.

“Sooo,” You began awkwardly, hating the way he was staring straight into your eyes, a fond smile stretching across his features. “what did you want to talk about?”

“Well, it’s something that's been on my mind for awhile now, and there was no point in just having it bumble around in my head for so long,” He started, his smile turning almost sheepish. “We’ve known each other for a couple months now, and I just can’t wait any longer to ask you this.”

Here it comes. A grimace forms on your face, dreading his burning question. You were already thinking of ways to turn him down, envisioning his sad and disappointed face when you ultimately rejected him. You would feel slightly bad about the whole thing, but at least how you feel would get through to him, and you would finally be rid of the guy.

“Can I take you out on a date?” Mirio grinned, an oh so optimistic and hopeful look shining in his eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, you made direct eye contact with him, wanting to get your point across loud and clear.

“L-Look, Mirio…” Oh geez, you’re already stuttering. “You’re a real nice guy and I’m, like, super flattered that you’re asking me of all people out, but…my answer is no. I’m sorry.”

Mirio’s smile faltered, a confused expression on his face as he quirked his head to the side. He looked like a giant puppy who couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“Aw, why not? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, a pout forming on his lips. “Oh wait, you must have a boyfriend already, huh? I guess I should have asked beforehand.”

“No, it’s not that. I just…I guess I’m not really…comfortable…going on a date with you.”

“Oh, so I did do something wrong…” Mirio frowned, eyes downcast as he avoided your gaze.

“No! Well, yes, I mean,” You bit your lip, feeling nervous now that you have to confront him and explain the reason why. “The thing is…I know that you’ve been following me, Mirio… There’s just no way you’re always on patrol in the same area wherever I’m at. Granted, I don’t have any proof, but I know it’s not just a coincidence. It’s happened too often now.”

You glanced up to see Mirio staring at you. The unreadable expression he was giving you was slightly unnerving. You were so used to seeing him with a big, dopey grin, it was odd to see anything but on his countenance.

You waited for him to deny your claims, call you crazy to even think someone like him would stoop so low to stalk a civilian just because he liked them. Unmei was right; it sounded ridiculous. But you just couldn’t shake the feeling away. The more time that passed, the more silly you felt for even voicing your concerns. Mirio was probably thinking about how much of a paranoid weirdo you were and was having second thoughts on even suggesting a date. That is, until he started laughing.

“Oh, is that all? I was worried I had offended you or something!” Mirio scratched his cheek, his usual smile having now returned to his face. “I was only looking out for you, sunshine. Making sure you were okay and stuff. That’s kind of my job, you know?”

What? You stare at him, dumbfounded. You couldn’t believe he actually admitted to stalking you, and finds nothing wrong with it no less! Your suspicions were right after all, much to your horror. You weren’t even sure what to say to him next.

“Uh, no? You can’t be seriously trying to justify that by saying it’s part of being a hero! You’re supposed to be looking out for everyone, not just me.”

“I know that, sunshine. And I do! I just take extra special care to make sure you’re safe and sound,” Mirio reached his arm across the table and took a hold of your hand. “You’re important to me, (Name), and I would hate for something bad to happen to you.”

You quickly yanked your hand away and narrowed your eyes at him. How could he think all of this was okay to do? It was a major breach of privacy, and you shuddered at the possibility that he’s followed you home before.

“Nothing bad is going to happen to me. Something might, however, if I’m seen with you. You know just as well as I do the dangers of a Pro dating a civilian, and I don’t want to get involved with all that.”

“I would never let you get hurt, sunshine. We can keep our relationship on the down-low, if that would ease your worries,” Mirio winked, acting like there was a chance you would say yes after what he just confessed.

“The answer is no, end of story. I want you to stop following me and just leave me alone.” You stated firmly. Hopefully, Mirio would get the hint and you could finally go about your life in peace again.

It was never that easy though.

The blond sighed, before an uncharacteristic smirk appeared on his lips. A mischievous twinkle sparkled in his eyes, ready to share an idea that you were sure to dislike.

“How about this: if you go on just one date with me, I promise to leave you alone and never bother you again. Deal?” Mirio stuck out his hand, expecting you to shake it, but you only gave him a skeptical look.

“And what if I don’t?” You inquired, folding your arms across your chest in a challenging manner despite your anxious heart.

Mirio leaned in closer to you. “Then I guess I’ll just have to up my game and try even harder to get you to fall for me! Whatever that may call for.”

Goosebumps rose on the back of your neck and spread down to your arms as you thought about what that could mean. You didn’t want to know how far Mirio was willing to go with all this, but you knew he wasn’t bluffing and really wouldn’t stop his advances. As much as you have come to dislike the hero, you saw that there was no other choice than to accept the ultimatum he has presented to you. 

That’s what you hated most about this whole situation. Even if you tried to report him, no one would believe your word over his. He’s one of the best heroes this country has ever seen; his reputation is too good to be tarnished by the claims of one civilian.

It would just be one night with him…

And then he’d leave you alone.

“...Alright, it’s a deal. One date and nothing more.”

* * *

You peered up at the inconspicuous building where Mirio had told you to meet him. It was a restaurant you were unfamiliar with, but the blond vouched that the food there was to die for. He said that he was good friends with the owner, so it wouldn’t be hard for him to place a reservation on such short notice.

Must be nice having so many connections…

Entering the establishment, you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that this place wasn’t super fancy like you feared. It was nice, sure, but not at the level of having multiple kinds of cutlery placed at your table. You were worried Mirio would take you out somewhere that would be fitting for an anniversary dinner and not a first date.

You fiddled with the bracelet wrapped around your wrist as you approached the host, ready for this night to be over already. Before you could even open your mouth to speak, however, your date himself appeared from around the corner, leaning over in a booth and waving at you.

“Hey, (Name)! Over here!” Mirio called. You had never seen him so happy.

You dragged your feet as you made your way over to him, sporting more of a grimace rather than a smile. Taking a quick look around, you noticed that the restaurant was fairly empty save for a few customers seated far away from where you were headed. You’re not sure if the place is always like this or Mirio had reserved this entire area.

“Wow! You’re looking lovely as ever, sunshine,” Mirio exclaimed when you finally reached his table. “Well, go on and take a seat!”

You sit down across from him, your leg starting to bounce once seated. Picking up the glass that had already been placed at your table, you take a sip of water to try and ease your nerves.

“Did you have any trouble finding this place? I chose somewhere less popular so you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing us together. I hope it’s private enough for ya!” Mirio said, taking a sip of his own glass.

“It was no trouble. And thanks…for accommodating me,” You said.

“I’m beyond stoked that you changed your mind and decided to give me a chance,” Mirio said, flagging down the waiter who just came out of the kitchen. “I promise I’ll make it a memorable night for you. For the both of us.”

You forced me to change my mind. You thought bitterly, choosing not to say anything in favor of having the night go smoothly and quickly. After the both of you order, Mirio tries to engage in some idle chatter. With your short and vague responses, however, it was hard for the conversation to turn into something meaningful.

There was one question on your mind, though. One that you should have asked earlier but never had the chance to. When the waiter brought out your food and left you two to enjoy the meal, you decided that now would be more of a good time than anything to ask him.

“Why exactly do you like me?” You questioned slowly, rubbing your forehead to quell the sudden drowsiness that you felt coming in full force. This night must be taking a bigger toll out of you than you thought it would. “Surely there are plenty of better options out there, so why choose me?”

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Name). You’re an amazing person, you just don’t see it yet.” Mirio encouraged, shooting you a soft smile that was meant to comfort. “Though I do admire that humility of yours! Just like I love your kindness and compassion. The world needs more people like you, sunshine. That’s why I have to try so hard to protect you.”

You had trouble focusing on Mirio’s words, too preoccupied with the fact that you felt dizzy now, like you’ve had one too many to drink even though the only thing you drank tonight was the…water…

No…

“Did…did you do something…to my drink?” You slurred, leaning against the cool wooden table to keep yourself upright. Fear was starting to take over your body as it began to tremble.

“It’s just a little something that will help you see that we’re meant to be together, sunshine,” Through your blurring vision, you could see that Mirio’s smile never wavered. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Go to sleep, okay? And when you wake up, everything will be better. I promise.”

Tears spilled out and slid down your cheeks as you tried to fight off whatever drug he had used on you, but you knew there was no point. It was inevitable. It always was. Your fate had been sealed when Lemillion first came to the cafe and laid his eyes on you.

As you drifted off to sleep, the last thing you could see was Mirio standing up from his seat, getting ready to escort you to God knows where.

* * *

You wake up with the worst headache you could imagine, in the comfiest bed you’ve ever laid in. Confused and groggy, you sit up and assess your surroundings. You’re now in an unfamiliar bedroom, one that was much bigger than your own and seemed to be decorated with you in mind. It was covered in your favorite color scheme and filled with your interests, all things that were eerily similar to the stuff found in your home. You wanted to get up and look around, but the minute you moved your leg, you felt a heavy weight on your ankle. It had been cuffed, with a long chain that was attached to the bedpost.

It was all coming back to you now.

Mirio had drugged you.

And you must be in his home.

Anxiety was starting to settle as the situation was dawning on you. This couldn’t be real. How could Mirio, a Pro Hero, commit such a criminal act? You supposed it was because he knew he could get away with it, but you never thought he would stoop to kidnapping.

You needed to get out of there, but no matter how hard you tugged on the chain, it wouldn’t budge. The cuff looked to be high tech, and needed some kind of special key for it to unlock. You’re sure Mirio’s got it on him, so there was no hope of getting the cuff off yourself.

The door handle started to jiggle as it was unlocked.

Speak of the devil.

In comes the blond-haired man you’ve come to despise, a bright beam on his face despite everything he’s done. His hands hold a tray carrying a glass of water and a plate of apple slices.

“Hey, you’re awake! You’ve been out for a while now, I was starting to get worried,” Mirio said, placing the tray down on the nightstand. “I’m sure your head must hurt, so I brought you some water to help.”

You couldn’t believe he was acting so nonchalant after abducting you. The last thing you wanted to do was drink water that was prepared by him. Fear and anger stirred inside you as you clenched the bedsheets in your fists.

“Mirio, this is insane. You know this isn’t right,” You started, scooting farther up on the bed when your captor sat down right next to you.

“Of course this is right, sunshine. I know you must be scared and confused right now, but you’ll understand eventually,” Mirio reached a hand forward to try and cup your cheek, but you jerked your head away.

“Don’t fucking touch me. You can’t just pretend this is okay and then expect me to play along,” You narrowed your eyes at him, but that hardly deterred Mirio’s smile. “I want you to let me go.”

The man sighed and let his hand drop back to his side. “I can’t do that, (Name). I brought you here so I can keep you safe. You have everything you need here and more! Doesn’t that sound great?”

 “You can’t be serious! You can’t keep me locked up here forever!” You shouted, losing your temper. You wanted to stay calm in this situation, but it was growing increasingly difficult to do so. “I have a life to return to! Please, Mirio, let me go!”

The blond moved closer to your form, resting his hand on your knee. Nothing you said seemed to waver him; he just kept that same stupid grin on his face as he continued to lean towards your face. You tried to back up, but your body was already against the headboard. 

Mirio stopped just inches from your face, saying, “Your life will be better now, sunshine. I promise to take good care of you, so don’t worry, okay?” You flinched when he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I love you so much, (Name). And you’ll realize someday that you need me as much as I need you.”

He patted your head then, before standing up and walking towards the door. “Rest up for a bit now, and then when you wake up, I’ll make us dinner. It can be whatever you want!”

When he left, you began to tug on the chain again out of panic and frustration, hot tears threatening to spill. Why did this have to happen to you of all people? You were just being nice and now look where it got you. Trapped in the home of some delusional hero who thought it was his job to personally protect you.

You glared daggers at the ankle cuff, hoping that if you stared hard enough, it would melt off. You wished you had never served Mirio when he came into the cafe that day. You wished people had listened to you when you told them that he was stalking you. You wished you had said no to his proposal and found another job. 

You were foolish to think all he wanted was one date.

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[plus-ultra-dreams]

The Big 3 with the S/O

Mirio Togata:

Mirio is going to be your biggest cheerleader and wants you to succeed in everything. He doesn’t want you to fear any changes nor hardship as he believes in you. Though he will always going to be there if you fall and need a shoulder to lay on for a little while. He knows what you are capable of as you are his other half. Though switching this around, he does tend to get a bit bashful and unsure how to handle it when you do the same to him. 

Mirio’s dates tend to happen more during the night as it makes the time being spent with you more personal. There isn’t much to do and people aren’t in a chaotic amount around you guys. it is just you and him and just enjoying the time given. You are mostly likely going to a movie then take a nice night walk around a park nearby.

Nejire Hado:

Nejire wants to know everything about you and she will memorize it all. How can she not? You are amazing to her in everyway and she is going to be your biggest simp. She will know all your likes by heart and also you dislikes. She isn’t afraid to speak out for you when it is something she knows bother you and will do it with you even asking her to do so. In the beginning of the relationship, she gets very giddy when you talk to her and will giggle a bit. 

Nejire isn’t one to be very picky when it comes to date night and is down for ever you would like to do. She isn’t one for making plans but she will suggest a few ideas when you can’t think of anything. As long as she is with you, she is as happy as she can be. She will get antsy when it comes to just staying at home but it only comes through as not sitting through and very distracted.

Tamaki Amajiki:

Tamaki is such a shy boy so any sorts of PDA is off the table with him. But once you two are alone together, his touch starved ass with me attached to you like glue. He wants to be held and cuddled but he just wants to be touching you in any sort of way. He is the type to mumble sweet words to you and express in soft words of how much he loves you. You are his everything and one of the few things in this world that keeps him grounded in someway or another.

Tamaki’s date night consist of staying inside and at home. He would want to make new meals with you and you two exploring new foods that are out of the normal for the both of you. Those experiences become fond memories for him when he thinks about you. After dinner, the two of you have a movie night where is cuddling on the couch and taking turns on what movie to watch. It usually stops when one of you guys pass out.

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[crunchietoast]

"Catching up"

~☆ Mirio Togata- "Catching Up" ☆~

☀️Once again, mentions of sex, kinda NSFW but also kinda fluff idk man. Not 100% Smut. Time skip to Pro Hero Mirio, with his quirk 😭 POWERRRR!!!

☀️WC: 666 👀👹

“Hey my sunshine!” Mirio said as he opened the door to his apartment.

“Hey Mirio! I missed you'' you said, hugging him tightly. Togata had just come back from a hero mission, and you hadn't seen him for about a month.

“I missed you too cutie!” he said gently pinching your cheeks as you grinned. “It's been so long since I saw you, let alone since I touched you'' he giggled as you smacked the side of his arm playfully.

“So, what are we doing today, Mr Togata?” You asked him as you threw your coat on the couch as you expected you would probably be going out somewhere together.

“I was going to take you on a date, but I decided we should just stay home and have sex.” he said with an innocent smile like what he just said wasn’t the dirtiest thing ever.

“MIRIO!” you screeched embarrassed. Mirio is very deceiving. He looks like an innocent, well behaved boyfriend and Pro hero. But you knew that wasn’t entirely true.

He was very interesting you see, for example, he could look like the sweetest most adorable boyfriend hugging you and kissing you on the cheek in public, while he was saying the filthiest things in your ear with a angelic voice as if he could do no harm.

Of course, this made you red every time and he LOVED it. He lives of your red face and puffed up cheeks when trying to stop yourself from going even more... plus ultra-red. If that’s even a thing idk man. Even when he is away on missions and you guys’ call, he makes your want to throw your phone across the room…in the best way possible. Eventually causing you to miss him twice as much.

He has no shame. Which is something you kinda like about the guy. I mean there was so much deception in the world it was kinda nice to just a have genuine man to come home to at the end of the day.

“I like how you scream my name sunshine” he grinned widely, winking at you.

“h-how bout we go get some coffee, a-and cool off huh??!!” you said rushing to grab your coat and begin to walk towards the door. Mirio followed you, grabbing his coat and gently placing a hand on your waist from behind. Arching down to your ear.

"Sure sweetheart. But I’d like to warn you that I will be brainstorming my…attack strategies for when we come back in this cute little ear of yours” he said kissing the tip of it gently before giggling and opening the door handle from behind you.

You swatted his hand of the nob before he could open the front door and tuned around with an irritated, or more so flustered blush on your face. Chucking your and his coat on the couch again, before shoving his chest back with your finger so he stepped backwards as your followed him, with a slight glare. He, of Course had a huge goofy grin on his face, he loved that he got to you just a tiny bit.

“I can’t decide if I want to choke you or kiss you right now.” You said sternly pointing a finger at his face with a scowl.

“That’s a great idea sunshine!” he then lowered his voice “How about we do both?” smirking at you before grabbing you by the waist and pushing you up against him and to the wall. One (huge fucking beefy) arm above your head so he could lean down, noses cms away from touching, the other firmly but delicately on your waist, buckling you to his hips so you were right up against each other.

“we have a busy day catching up with each other, my love. Lets not waste any time now~” he said gently. Staring into your eyes the whole time.

Moral of the story, you both misses each other very much. So much you may not be able to walk for the next 3 days.

­-Crunchie Toast🍞

Mirio is underrated af 😔

#mirio x reader #mha mirio #mha x reader #my hero academia #x reader #mha #mirio x you #mirio x y/n #mirio togata #mirio smut #lemillion #mirio imagine #x yn

[melaninmight]

lemon cream pie

- mirio togata x reader | wc: 2.3k

꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — synopsis :: dessert after a long day? yes please. 

꒰ ▹ ꒱ — ‘all mine’ (slowed; plaza)

꒰ ᥫ᭡ ꒱ — cw :: dom / sub relations, a little fingering, pussy lapping (f.receiving), cock sucking (m.receiving), praise, cum swallowing, reader is a college student, mirio’s hero name is lemillion

꒰ 🍋 ꒱ — tag(s): @tojibreedingme @thicksimpx

꒰ ! ꒱ — disclaimer (s) : bnha manga + anime franchise belongs to horikoshi ; this fic was written w/ black reader in mind. minors DNI !

Earbuds on, the sound of RiRi’s “Disturbia” drumming your ears, you drowned out the chaos of the outside world while your eyes scrolled through a book in your hands. One hand held the hardcover book, the other gently turning to the next page. Though you weren’t much of a bookworm, you couldn’t put the book away. Your investment  in the plot and characters has kept you occupied for the past half hour since class ended.

This week has been a stressful, busy week. Your professors had gone through a load of coursework, much to the dismay of you and many other classmates. Luckily, you didn’t seem to mind, since you were pretty proficient at holding yourself accountable when completing homework on time.

Then again, you knew not to ignore your mental well-being, so you found solace in reading to escape the stress.

You looked up for a brief minute to look up at the sky, the sun hitting your melanated skin. Curls danced to the small breeze, brown eyes glimmered through squinted eyes as your arm covered them for shade.

Little did you know, a face peered out of the campus wall behind you.

“Hiya sunshine!”

You squeaked, heart racing as you turned towards the voice’s direction. Your wide eyes met the face of Mirio peeking out the campus walls.

Taking a deep breath, you muttered. “M-Mirio! Don’t scare m-me like that.”

Mirio giggled, “Sorry about that sunshine. You were so immersed in your bubble, I was afraid to pop it!”

You sighed. “Don’t worry about it, blondie. You lucky you weren’t some bozo, otherwise your ass would’ve been splattered against that wall like a pie.”

The blonde laughed as he smoothly made his way out of the wall.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, his cheeky smile never leaving his face.

“Yep,” you eagerly stuffed your book back inside your backpack, removing your earbuds from your ears before rolling ‘em up and stuffing ‘em inside the pocket compartment. Zipping up your backpack, you stood from the wooden park bench, standing by Mirio’s side as he held your hand, leading you both walking to the direction of his apartment.

You and Mirio have been dating for quite a while. Most of his friends and colleagues know of or know about you, so your relationship was no secret. Of course, some made it known they didn’t like y’all together and wouldn’t miss an opportunity to rub their bias in your face, but who cares?  If that ain’t good enough, the two of you live not too far from one another. Besides his hero duties, the two of you would walk home together to chill with one another to end a hectic school day. And this day was one of those days where you two will finally rewind and spend time together.

Just thinking about all the fun things you can do made you flush in excitement, holding Mirio’s hand tightly.

He looked over to you curiously. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”

You choked up a bit, shaking away the daydreams.

“N-Nothin. Nothin at all, suga bear.”

He smiled warmly, wrapping his arm around you as he pulled you in to leave a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Did I ever tell you you’re so cute when you blush?”

Warmth spreads across your cheeks.

“S-Shut up!” you squealed, giggling as your hands intertwined.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Opening the door to your apartment, you didn’t hesitate to slip off your shoes and ran through the halls and into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. A satisfied groan vibrates your throat, melting into the soft sheets.

“I missed you so much, beddy boo.”

You heard Mirio pout from behind, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door.

“What about me?”

Getting yourself adjusted and sitting up on the bed, you opened your arms for him.

“Of course I missed you, dummy. I miss you every day.”

He let out a chuckle, walking over to you and leaning down to be trapped in your embrace, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling and sitting you up on his lap once he was settled on the bed.

You remained in each other’s embrace for a while, taking a moment to take in your warmth, scent, and comfort. It had been a cool minute since you both had a moment of privacy since he took on the role of Lemilion. You were proud of him and his tireless effort to be a hero that anyone can look up to for protection. Yet, despite the calls and texts to assure you that he was okay,  not a day went by that you didn’t worry about him. Days like these were ones you looked forward to; him coming home to you in one piece put you at ease. This way, you felt safe, and he never failed to provide that safety.

“(Y/N).”

Mirio broke the silence.

“Hmm?” you hummed.

You felt him pull away, his arms still around your waist as he stared down at you, his blue eyes hinting a lustful glow.

Flustered, you bit your lip and tore yourself away from his gaze.

His fingers grazed your chin, gently pulling your face forward before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You immediately reciprocated, hands now traveling from his back down to his shoulders, laying gentle massages.

You melted deeply into the kiss when his tongue slithered into your mouth, dancing in harmony with your own.

A moan unexpectedly left your lips, much to his excitement. He responds with a low growl, one hand remained on your waist while the other twirled your curls.

Slowly, you felt yourself being lowered on the bed, your back pressed against the soft silk sheets, his chest pressed against yours as the make-out intensified.

Mirio pulled away in time for you both to take a breath, a trail of saliva connecting your lips broke apart. Your chest rose with each breath, your brown eyes staring up at him with the same lustful hue.

Oh, how you looked so sexy, he thought to himself.

“Sunshine,” he purred. “You never fail to get me riled up.”

Your lips twitched into a teasing smile.

“And if I failed?”

“Well,” he chuckled while raising his shirt off of him, showcasing his abs. “Then that’d mean I’d have to punish you.”

How can he say that with such calmness? Then again, the thought of seeing a dominant Mirio did turn you on, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to hide your arousal. Biting your lip, you gently brushed your knee against his groin, prompting him to hiss from the sensitivity of his crotch.

“Careful now, you don’t want to go too far. I won’t be able to hold back with you teasing me like that,” he threatened in between shaky breaths.

His large hands moved to raise the shirt off of you, exposing your breasts hidden behind a black lace bralette. Removing the fabric in one swoop, he quickly cupped your breasts, rubbing it in circular motion. You bite your lip a lil’ harder, doing your absolute best to hold in your moans. You almost made a noise when he rubbed his thumb against your perky nips, before leaning in and latching one in his mouth.

You yelped, shaky breaths escaping your lips as you watched his assault on your nips.

After giving your breasts some love, the blonde moved down to your stomach, leaving a trail of gentle kisses before reaching your lower body.

He licked his lips, lust-filled eyes glancing at the sides of lace panties sticking out of your pants. Gliding his hands from your breasts down to your sides, he gently pulled down the pants, tossing them out of the way.

“Hmm? Getting wet for me already, aren’t you sunshine?” Mirio teased, tracing his finger across your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch.

He then went on to remove the panties, watching as a string of your arousal broke apart between the fabric and your entrance.

Throwing your panties to the side, he didn’t waste any time rubbing his nose against your sensitive folds.

“M-Mir-“ you whimpered, yet was stopped when you felt a gentle slap against your thigh.

“I don’t recall telling you to call me that when you’re underneath me, angel,” he smiled, his blue orbs glancing up at you as he slickly swiped his finger across your wet folds.

“What’s my name?”

“D-Daddy~” you begged. “Don’t tease me, p-please.”

“Mmh, no promises,” he giggled.

You felt your cheeks glow warmly when you heard a change in his tone.

“Besides, I gotta mark my territory,” he growled, wasting no time to glide his tongue against your clit.

The gasp you tried to hold on couldn’t be kept away any longer. It may not have been the first time you’ve experienced this feeling, but since it’s been a while since you’ve shared these moments made this one feel more pleasurable, and you were loving it.

Your moans and whimpers, mixed with the sounds of him sucking, gulping, and lapping your juices filled the room, the sexual aroma engulfing you both like a bubble.

Mirio made sure to savor your scent and flavor, his mouth coated in your juices, gulping loudly as another orgasm coursed through your body, squirting more juice all over his face and mouth. He lapped it up as though it were his last meal.

Now satisfied, he rose up to stare you down, his tongue swiping across his lips to clear away your flavor.

“Your taste is so divine, babe,” he chuckled. “I may need to eat you out more often.”

You pouted, a soft glare framing your face.

“No fair. You can eat my pussy, yet I ain’t got no dick?”

Mirio’s eyes widened, laughing nervously as he scratched his neck, a trail of sweat leaving his forehead.

“Couldn’t hold myself, sunshine. You’re just so sexy, I needed to get a taste of you.”

You flushed. Quickly, you rose up and pushed him down on the bed, bringing the blonde by surprise.

“S-Sunshine? What are you–”

“Hush up, pretty boi. I’m gettin’ even with you,” you purred, a soft smirk forming your lips.

Your hands trailed from his chiseled chest down to his pants, fingers playing with the belt until it clicked off. Gliding it off his jeans and throwing them to the side, you pushed down his pants, throwing them atop his belt, now leaving him in his boxers.

You saw the hard frame of his bulge peeking out from the fabric, your index finger poking at him.

He hissed at your touch. “A-Ahah..”

A seductive giggle left your lips.

“This’ll be fun~”

Your hands proceeded to pull his boxers down, allowing his cock to rise freely, his scent filling your nostrils. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it certainly smelt like dick.

Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss on his tip before engulfing him in your mouth.

“U-Ugh, s-sunshine,” he muttered, his face flushed as he glanced down at you, sucking his cock so seamlessly.

Bobbing your head up and down, sucking and gagging every inch of him, his pubic hair tickling your nose the more you tapped his balls.

“T-That’s it, princess. You…,” he gasped. “...know how to suck my cock…” Another shaky breath. “... l-like a champ.”

His strong hands grab ahold of your head, his fingers tangled underneath your curls.

For a bit, you glanced up at him with tear-filled eyes, your brain too foggy to comprehend as you shoved his cock deeper into your mouth

“F-Fuck baby…” he choked. “I-I can’t…”

“Mmgh,” you gagged, his tip hitting your throat the more you brought him deeper in your mouth.

“C-Cum. I-I’m gonna–,” Mirio shook as he brought your head down to a halt, his warm seed filling your mouth.

Closing your eyes shut, you were surprised by the chunk load he released, some spilling out of your mouth. You did your best to gulp down every last drop of him before releasing his bulge.

Once he caught his breath, Mirio looked down to see a bit of leftover semen on your lips, a wave of embarrassment flushed his face.

“I-I’m so sorry sunshine! I-I didn’t mean for it to…” he stuttered.

You giggled, licking your semen stained lips.

“It’s fine suga. That was quite a hefty meal,” you winked at him.

He chuckled nervously, leaning up to cup your cheek and press his chapped lips against yours in a soft kiss, the salty taste still lingering.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you melted into the kiss, one hand traveling up his head, fingers brushing through his blonde hair while the other remained on his thigh.

The both of you let each other fall back onto the bed, with you at the bottom while he towered over you, your tongues twirling in rhythm.

“M-Mir Mir,” you whimpered.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, gently sucking on your tongue before pulling away, leaving behind a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chest rose with each breath, a little tear running down your cheek as your brown orbs stared at his blue ones.

The blonde heaved a sigh. “Well, I’m hyped up now. You down for round 2?”

You groaned. “Can’t we freshen up and chill for the rest of the day.”

You didn’t hide your exhaustion, turning to the side and resting your eyes.

Mirio laughed. “C’mon don’t be such a sissy. You sucking my willy was just a warm up”

Immediately you turned back around to face him. “A warm up??! Says who?”

You yelped when you felt yourself being pulled forward by the legs, your face glowing bright red inched away from his.

“Do I have to say it, princess?” he chuckled cheekily.

“Now, be a good girl and allow me to stuff you real nicely.

You’re in for a wild ride.”

♡

꒰🌙 ꒱ ─ extras :: 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ∿ 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ∿ 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡

꒰ 🍂 ꒱ ─ author’s note :: been in a mirio mood for too long. thought i share da mood with ya. enjoy :)

© melaninmight, 2022. do not translate, plagiarize, or post on other socials w/out permission.

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[kirbyskisses]

mirio 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 mirio. mirio <3333

what do you think his biggest kinks wld be

semmie. semmie. honey. i know you’re convinced kiri and/or deku will have a lot of kids but no one - NO ONE - breeds like mirio goddamn togata. (let us not forget there were people in UA who canonically thought eri was this man’s whole daughter. horikoshi said he canonically be dating them girls.)

he wants anywhere from 4-10 kids. this is non-negotiable. obsessed with breeding his girl full.

everyone, including you, grow so used to seeing him naked that you all kind of tune out the fact that this man is packing. it’s not until he’s actually inside you or pleasuring you on his fingers that his massive size kink is unlocked.

“mirio! it’s big…”

“no baby, you’re just small. c’mon. i’ll help you fit it - that’s what lube is for. wow - makes you look even creamier for me!”

he loves calling you diminutives to make you feel even smaller.

“my tiny sunflower.”

“my sweet little lady.”

“prettiest little princess”

“oh little girl your little pussy is making me feel so good.”

if you want to call him a title he doesn’t mind per say but the only one he really likes is “Lemillion.” seeing you go cock drunk for your favorite hero, drooling out how you love your strong hero’s dick inside you.

a praise monster - can’t degrade for his life but boy can he make you feel angelic.

“that’s it. my special girl. you… you look amazing. i love making you feel good it’s like you’re even more beautiful than usual.”

and i know you aren’t into this and a lot of people aren’t so i won’t expand on it BUT… he likes fisting. it has to be said.

he really overall prefers being sensual and romantic though even when he’s rough. the type of cheesy guy who caters to your needs with candles and rose petals. 🥺

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@moonchhu requested something similar btw so more mirio thirst will come soon :)

#mirio togata #mirio toogata #mirio x y/n #mirio x reader #[lemillion] fucks #lemillion #lemillion x reader #smut #mha smut #bnha smut #queen sem😫😫😫 #x fem!reader #x black!reader

[novasdarling]

Share With Me

Pairing: tamaki x reader x mirio

TW: Kidnapping, Stalking, Noncon, Smut, Oral, Sex, Female Reader.

It was both adorable and embarrassing watching Tamaki trying to work himself up to talk to you. He had been muttering for what felt like hours, talking about how he was going to go up to you in the library and talk to you. Make some small talk, perhaps even ask you out. Yet, every time he got up to go, he only sat right back down. At first, it was entertaining to Mirio how shy his friend was, but after a while. It began to get rather sad.

“Just ask her. Or at least go and say hi. Even ask her what she’s reading.”

Mirio just wanted to see his friend actually do something. To stop pining from afar. Plus, he’s sure he’s caught the girl admiring Tamaki from afar as well. Two little love birds too scared to talk to each other. It would be adorable to see them together. Not to mention you were rather pretty and Mirio wouldn't mind having a pretty face to look at more often.

“W-what, what if she doesn’t want to t-talk to me?” Mirio laughed at that. It was always like this. He would watch his friend talk about you, stare at you, and then get up and sit back down instead of actually doing what he wanted. Cute, but sad.

Eventually, you left, leaving Mirio with Tamaki complaining stating he was just about to go talk to you. The blonde knew he was lying, it was always like this. But he was used to this until he wasn’t. It all just got so heartbreaking, watching his friend struggle. Years went by and eventually, you went your own way. Since you weren’t in the hero class, you went into a civilian career. While they went on to be heroes. Gained rank as time went on. Though both of them would catch glimpses and run-ins with you every so often. Mirio greeted you, while Tamaki would just blush and stare down. Still having a crush on you. Poor boy, to want someone so badly for so long, yet unable to even talk to them. Mirio assumed Tamaki was going to get over his crush eventually, but he was very wrong. One night Tamaki was crying and complaining to the blonde about you. How badly he wanted to be with you. To even get one chance to take you out. He tried to tell him that he could try a simple hello first, they knew you worked in a café near their agency. They could have a “run-in” again. The poor shy guy's eyes basically lit up at the idea of seeing you. Though, the blonde made a point that he could perhaps learn a bit more about you. Tamaki only had a bit of information on you, mainly from your school days. It was stated to him that it would be best to learn some more. Your favourite flowers, candy, anything he could use to greet you with and ask you out.

“I’m sure there’s more you can learn about her. To make sure she’s sure to say yes and have fun on a date.” Tamaki looked at the blonde confused. “I stop by the café a lot. Hang out a bit around the area. She stops by a corner store a lot on her way home.”

Tamaki was shocked that he knew anything about you. Mirio never showed much of an interest in you. Only supporting him in his little crush. The blonde broke down his plan for his friend. They should take a shift patrolling in that area one day and make sure you get home safe. Also, see if they can learn anything about your likes. Mirio explained it as if they were researching for a mission, not stalking an innocent civilian.

It wasn’t hard getting those shifts. Late patrols were usually unwanted, given to the new hires. The agency was happy to give them away to some of their best heroes. Letting the boys watch you from afar. Taking in as much as they could. You seemed to always grab the same drink from the shop, sometimes grabbing a snack. Tamaki was taking it all in, trying to remember everything he saw. Mirio was taking in the information as well. He hadn’t realized what all of this was doing to him. He simply thought he was getting data for a friend, but it was something else. Soon the blonde watched you without his friend, alone when Tamaki was busy. He hated to admit it, but it wasn’t just an interest or a friendly act anymore. No, it was something more now. He was understanding how his friend was so interested in you. You were cute, sweet and kind, It drove him mad, watching you help others when needed. It was odd how much you were like Tamaki. Both so caring and loving. Friendly with customers, always smiling at them. Everything he thought he would always want in a partner. This wasn’t good, or was it? The Tamaki wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you. He could always show him. Show him how a girl like you deserves a proper date. The kind of flowers and gifts you should get. Oh, and how to make love to you. Tamaki would be useless with having your body in his hands. You would go to waste unless Mirio helped. These thoughts began to torment him, it wasn't right to want you. To want his friend's girls, but here he was fisting his cock late at night watching you undress in your apartment.

As much as Mirio wanted to bring this up to Tamaki, ask him to share. Tell him how he can show him how to do everything right with you. How to treat you right. That Tamaki needed his help. It just would never leave his lips properly. There was no way he would let you slip by. Let you solely be enjoyed by another. Mirio needed to talk to his friend. The next time they saw each other, he decided he would bring it up. It wasn’t long until then. Working another late shift, watching you get home. They were covered by the darkness, hiding on top of buildings and in alleys to avoid being seen. It was when you were in your usual shop that Mirio decided to bring it up.

“You have good taste. She’s very cute.” Tamaki nodded, agreeing how beautiful you were.

“This would be your first relationship, right?" Tamaki nodded. "You probably don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, I-I-I can learn.” Poor Tamaki sounded scared and now worried.

“Of course. You know the best way to learn is, well to be taught. To watch.” Mirio slung his arm around his friend, hoping to convince him. Hoping he would get the hint of what he needed.

“Like movies?” He sounded sceptical, he knew that’s not what the blonde meant.

“I was thinking more of hands-on instructions. Movies only show so much.” Mirio flashed a friendly smile. “I could help you. Show you what a girlfriend needs. What wows a girl like her.”

Even though they were best friends, it didn’t stop the blonde from using his charm. Using poor Tamaki’s insecurities against him. Pushing to let him in, to let him be a part of this imaginary relationship with the promise he’ll teach him everything.

“Let me help you. If you let me have her as well, I promise I’ll be able to get her. Get her back to yours.”

His voice had gone low, it wasn’t his usually cheery words falling from his lips. His smile had fallen, a serious expression taking its place. The blonde’s intentions were darker, Tamaki knew it, but the idea of actually having you with him, even if he had to share. Even if it was most likely through improper and cruel means. There was no way you'd agree to be shared. The only way they'd have you was through a way that wasn't traditional, that was heroic. He couldn’t say no. Agreeing put Mirios smile back on his face. Telling his friend that the girl of his dreams will be waiting at his apartment tomorrow after work. No more questions or queries were spoken. They simply continued their watch and ended their shift. Both heading to their own homes.

Mirio had taken the next day off, stating he had a bad fever and cold. That he’d probably be gone for a few days. Tamaki knew of this before he got to the office since the blonde texted him earlier. While the shy hero was working, protecting the community. The blonde was doing no such thing. Rather, he was playing the role of a villain that day and most likely would be for a while after. It was rather simple, all he needed to do was take you early in the morning. While you slept, hoping the pills he crushed and put in your mouth would work. It was still dark out, he used that to cover his actions. You were in his arms, bridal style. You looked so at peace in his arms. It was difficult to look away from your face. So angelic while you slept in his arms. Finding it hard to pull his eyes away. Letting no one see him as he carried you back to Tamaki’s. To anyone who would happen to see him, he simply looked like a loving boyfriend taking his exhausted partner home. Tearing his eyes off his surroundings every so often to check your face. Watching how tranquil you looked as you slept. You were perfect for him, for them.

Hours had gone by and Tamaki was finally done with work. Rushing home as he received a text an hour earlier from Mirio. Stating that he was waiting at his with a surprise. Apart of him knew what he meant, but the other parts were certain Mirio wouldn't do it. Heading home confused, curious to see what the blonde was up to.

Placing his key in the lock, Tamaki wasn’t sure what he was going to be met with. But as he opened the door and walked in, he was sure it wasn’t going to be this. That this surprise Mirio was talking about wasn’t going to be you. Bound, gagged, and naked in his bed. At first, the idea of it being wrong didn’t even cross his mind. No, he was too busy admiring your struggling body laying there. The way the rope was slightly digging into your skin, quashing some of the fat. Your hair was spread out on his pillow, some stuck to your wet face. The tears you had cried created a glue for them. Keeping them in place as you tried to move around. A goddess was laying in his bed. Your moves were slow and limited. Mirio didn’t leave much room for you to move when he tied you and the drugs slowly wearing off didn’t help your struggle either. Your arms were bound behind your back, while your legs were tied very loosely to the bedposts at the end of the bed. The blonde was utilizing the fact the drugs were still in your system. Also wanting your legs more free, able to be positioned easily to get in-between.

“Happy?” Mirio’s turned towards his blushing friend. “Got you a little something.”

“I-uh-” He couldn't hide the blush on his face, taking over his whole face. “What-what d-did you d-do.”

“Finally took the step to help you get what you’ve been wanting for years.” Mirio was making his way toward Tamaki.

All Tamaki could do was stare at you, seeing how your eyes were pleading for him to help. Transfixed with you. Unable to push against his friend's actions, letting the blonde lead him to the bed by your side. Your eyes followed them, watching how they moved closer to you. Mirio pushed his friend closer. Trying to get him comfortable with you. Taking his hand, the blonde place it on your thigh. Ignoring how you cried into the gag, failing to move away from the touch. Once Tamaki touched your skin, it was like it lit something in him. His eyes peered at where his hand was. So high up on your thigh. Giving it a light squeeze, watching how his finger dug into your fat. A groan escaped his lips. This was heaven.

“Oh come one, feel what you really want.” Mirio’s grabbed his friend’s hand again, moving it higher up your thigh. Right in-between your legs. Resting on top of your cunt. “See better?”

All Tamaki could do was nod. This was better. Better than anything he ever had felt. You were so warm there. Still ignoring the sounds you were making against the gags and the tears. Too occupied with just letting his hand rest there to do anything else.

“Come on Amajiki, do something.” Mirio had his hand over his face, seeing his friend just stand there was painful when he had the girl of his dreams nude in his bed. Yet, all Tamaki did was continue to stand there, staring at you like he was a deer in the headlights. “Here, let me help.” All of the sudden, the blonde moved his friend out of the way. Crawling onto the bed, putting himself between your legs. “When you have a girl like this in your bed. You have to work her-here, let me show you”

“But-I uh, thought she w-was mine.”

“She is, but you need my help, remember? I can teach you how to make her feel good.”

Mirio leaned towards Tamaki, cupping his cheek. Hoping his friend would let him, would share such a treasure as he had promised before. When he heard nothing else, he knew he had won.

“Good.” His attention was back on you. Bringing your legs up over his shoulders as he slid down the bed a bit further. Until his face was levelled with your cunt. “Before you fuck her, you want to make sure she’s wet enough. Makes things easier if you can get her to cum.” He spent no time diving into you. Letting his tongue swipe over your clit. Smiling into you as he saw your back arch. “See how she reacts to me playing with her and I hardly did anything. So sensitive sweetie.”

He couldn't stop himself from going straight back to lapping you up. Fuck, you tasted so sweet. How could he ever give this up? There was no way he could let Tamaki have you all to himself. Hopefully the idea of showing him how to please you would last. His tongue spent no time before going back into you. More aggressive now with his actions, watching how you squirmed in his grasp. Pulling away, Mirio sat himself up. Letting your legs fall around his waist. Leaning up to your face, his hands went to remove your gag. Pausing before he did.

“When I take this off I don’t want to hear a thing from you besides our names and how good we’re doing. Understand?” It took you a bit to answer him, finally nodding. Mirio removed your gag. Waiting to see if you’d scream, but nothing came out. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he praised you. Looking over to Tamaki, he motioned him closer. “Here, sit here and keep her mouth busy.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Mirio’s glare stopped you. Tamaki moved to sit by your head, letting his fingers brush over your face. Muttering a “so sweet” as he took in your features.

Putting your legs back over his shoulders, the blonde got back to attaching his mouth to your cunt. Moaning into you at your taste. Going in-between trying to get his tongue as deep as possible and circling your bud. Feeling how your legs tensed and squeezed at him. The moans you were letting out. Breaking his contact with you for a moment, he looked up.

“Kiss her. Play with her chest. Do something.” Going back to focusing on you.

Tamaki was shocked. He wanted nothing more than to have his lips on every inch of you. Sucking and kissing anywhere he could. Your face looked so scared, yet your moans from Mirio said something else. Leaning in slowly, his lips were placed on yours. Hardly touching them, ghosting over them for a moment before letting himself place them on yours completely. Letting the full weight of his lips on yours. You didn’t kiss back, but he didn’t mind. Too drunk on the fact he was actually kissing you. Soon his hands joined him, roaming your body. Settling to rest in the valley between your breast. Oh, how he wanted to just squeeze and kiss them. But he still hadn’t worked himself up for it. Still adjusting to actually having you there on his bed. Having you under him naked. Being able to have you any way he wanted. A sudden confident boast pushed him to deepen the kiss. Swallowing the moans Mirio was causing. Slipping his tongue past your lips, roaming your mouth with it. Finally feeling your tongue against his. Trying to get you to respond. Wanting to see what it felt like having you kiss him as well. Pulling back, he looked disappointed in you.

“Please let me-”

A harsh slap was made to your thigh, cutting you off. It was Mirio who slapped you. Trying to shut you up. Not even breaking away from devouring you. Tamaki was a bit hurt, not because he knew this was wrong. No, he was upset you’d want him to stop. Stop taking what was his. He deserved this, deserved you. Rather than kiss you again, his lips trailed down your neck. Leaving sloppy kisses, and drool on your skin when his lips left that spot. Making his way to your breast. Planting his lips around one of your nipples. Unsure of what he should do, he began to suck. Hearing how your moans intensified when he placed his lips there. How you arched into his touch. Reaffirming he was doing something right.

Mirio could tell you were close, how you were enjoying both of their lips on you. Your legs were tense against his face. Squeezing him, while your heels dug into his back. Only bringing him closer to you. Putting more effort and force into his action. Pushing his face deep into your cunt. Not wanting to leave. All he could do was mutter a “She’s close, don’t stop.” Hoping Tamaki heard. He did, continuing his attack on your breast. Mirio was eager to bring you to the edge. Pushing you past it. Wanting to taste your arousal on his tongue. Wanting to be the one who made you cum first. Wishing that it would leave some mark on you, having you wanting him and giving Tamaki a reason to continue sharing.

“'m gonna c-cum.” Your voice was low and soft, embarrassed at your words.

“Good girl, I can’t wait to taste it.”

Mirio slipped a finger in you, letting his tongue focus on your clit. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he didn’t expect you to be so tight. Trying to work you to be a bit looser, while also looking for your sensitive spot. It wasn’t long until he found it, seeing how your walls squeezed him. Working your spot, feeling you get tighter and tighter. So close, you were almost there. Putting more pressure on your sweet spot. Mirio had you falling over the edge. Finishing all over his mouth and fingers. Tasting your sweetness while he heard your moans and cries falling from your lips.

Tamaki kept your breast in his mouth while he looked up at you. Watching you fall over the edge. It was a sight to behold. Seeing how your back arched. The way you threw your head back to scream in pleasure. At that moment, he became an addict. An addict to you, more than he already was. Addicted to watching you scream and wither in pleasure.

Both of them pulled away from you. Mirio getting Tamaki to switch places. Now the blonde was by your face, while the other was between your legs. He didn’t need to be told, Tamaki was copying how the blonde had you. Your legs were on his shoulders, while he moved down. Being face to face with your soaked cunt. Wasting no time, having his lips on you. Licking up your slit. Earning a startled scream from you.

“You’re gonna overdo it. She’s sensitive.”

“I don’t care. I want a taste.”

Tamaki had a feral look in his eyes. As if he was a starved man who had a piece of food dangled in front of his eyes. In a way he was, having been wanting you for years. Watching and dreaming of having you like this. He couldn’t and didn’t want to stop the sounds from leaving his mouth while he ate you out. Unsure if he wanted to play with your clit or push as deep as he could. Switching between the two. While Mirio watched as you pleaded for him to stop. That it was all too much, you needed a break. Tamaki did no such thing. Instead, he buried his face deeper into you. Letting his tongue wander and suck. Who was the blonde to disturb his friend from enjoying you? Instead choosing to enjoy the view of how you tried to get away from him. Trying to tell him it was too much. Your words meant nothing to either of the men. Too drunk on your taste, your reactions, it was all so hypnotizing for them.

Tamaki could tell you were close, you were giving the same ques as before. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue. He needed it, needed to feel your body spasm because of him. Knowing he did it. when your legs squeezed his head, he couldn’t hide the moan that escaped his lips. It was loud and lewd. The vibrations were your tipping point. Your mouth opened to let out a scream of his name. Shocking both men, but Tamaki snapped back when he tasted your arousal on his tongue. Trying not to let a drop go to waste.

“Tamaki, let me show you how to fuck her now.” Mirio went to move his friend. The blonde was desperate to sink his dick in you. Feel your walls massage him.

“No, I want to first.”

He sounded offended at the thought that Mirio thought he could have your first. He didn’t mind his friend indulging as well, showing him how to get your body to react to him. But you were his first. He had to be the one to fuck you first, even if he had never done it before. Completely unsure what to do, but that wouldn’t stop him. The blonde backed off, getting off the bed to sit on the chair nearby. Ready to watch and instruct. Tamaki moved your legs down to around his waist. Moving further up your body until he was settled properly between your legs. Shedding his clothes as quick as he could. Making him able to line himself up with your entrance. Both men watched your face, seeing how you were so blissed out. Barely able to focus on the man settled between your legs. Tamaki couldn’t wait any longer, placing a kiss on your lips as he pushed in slowly. Sliding his tongue in when you opened your mouth to gasp at the sudden intrusion. Both of your swallow each other moans. He was trying too hard not to cum right then and there. He needed to last longer, it was embarrassing to cum so fast when it was your first time together. In front of his friend, no he needed to last. Once pushed in fully, he stilled. Letting you catch your breath along with him.

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

Mirio had a sly smile on his face. Knowing his friend was close, it seemed both of you were sensitive. As selfish as it sounded he was happy, knowing it would be his time soon to have you at this rate. He couldn’t control himself. Watching his friend completely buried in you. Seeing both of them struggle to keep their composure. His hand moved down between his legs. Unbuttoning his pants, slipping them and his boxers low. Pulling out his dick, already hard. The longer he watched, the harder he got. The more painful it got. He needed something, needed to do something. His hand shot to his dick, began to stock himself slowly. Matching Tamaki’s shallow thrusts.

Once he was sure he wouldn't cum right away, Tamaki began to thrust. They were small and shallow. Still worried he was going to burst at any moment. But you just felt so good. Heavenly, he could lay here forever, he could die here and be happy. This was everything he had ever wanted. Moving his face to bury it in-between your shoulder and neck. Hoping to muffle his whines and moans. As his hips finally picked up speed, the sounds got worse. He was desperate to fuck you, to fill you. To make you his fully.

“That’s it, fuck her deeper and she’ll start to moan and scream louder.” Mirio was leaning back in the chair, legs spread as his hand was pumping his dick. Trying to match Tamaki’s thrusts.

“F-Fuck baby. So g-good baby.” He was already breathless.

His hips were getting as deep as possible. His thrusts were now speeding up. Focusing on his own pleasure. Chasing his own orgasm. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. Your soft whimpers only drove him to go faster.

“More, more. Please.”

“Find her sweet spot again. It’ll have her, fuck, cumming on your dick.”

Hearing Mirio’s words, Tamaki began to thrust into you at different angles. Waiting to hear if you made a new sound. Finally hearing you let one out, a soft whimper as you used your legs to push yourself into him.

“Yes, that’s it.” Mirio had a crazed look on his face. Biting his lip and he stared at your face. Drinking in your changing expression and the sounds spilling from your lips.

“So close, m’so close.”

He couldn’t control himself, desperate to cum in you. He must have hit the right area because without any notice your walls spasmed around him. Squeezing and massaging his dick. Bringing him over the edge too. With one last thrust, he stilled. Pumping you full. Bringing you as close to him as possible. Like he simply couldn’t get close enough.

“ah, yes, so good.” Tamaki’s words weren’t coherent. Just a babbling mess.

Mirio seeing both you and Tamaki in a breathless pile caused him to soon join you too. Spilling all over his hand. All of you stayed in your spots. Tired and breathless from everything.

“Pretty good for your first time.” Mirio was trying to level his breathing.

The men ignored how you were beginning to cry more now. Instead, Tamaki chose to lay on top of you. Bringing a hand up to pet your hair. Whispering sweet nothings.

“Shh, it’s okay sunshine. I’m here for you.”

As cruel as he just was with what he did, his eyes showed nothing, but love. Almost like he was a lovesick puppy staring at you. Seeing how his soft words calmed you, he continued. It wasn’t until Mirio spoke that made your tears rush back.

“Cute, but now it’s my turn.” The blonde stood up, towering over both of you on the bed. “Let me show you how to really get her to become putty in your hands.”

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Mirio x Reader | Lemon +18

Hello everyone! ❤️

Happy new year for you all! I have Mirio here for you…with a lemon. It's a bit long. I hope you enjoy reading it. If you have any requests, please write to me.

Your Wolfi 🐺

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The numbers and letters in front of your eyes slowly blur and become unreadable to you. You lost your concentration hours ago and yet here you are, trying to get the damn subject matter into your head. It's actually an easy game for you to learn something. The emphasis here is on actually. Not a single word wants to penetrate your memory and linger there. You let go of the pen you were holding tightly in your hand and bury your face in your hands. It's enough to make you tear your hair out.

What's wrong with you lately? You don't even recognize yourself. Is the pressure too much for you? The pressure just before an important exam and having to be a hero at the same time. It used to be a piece of cake for you to juggle the two. But lately, that leaves a lot to be desired.

You rest your arms on the table in front of you and your head on it. Not a second later, your eyes fall shut. A ringing makes you open your eyes and startle you awake. You sit up straight as a candle and reach for your cell phone. You unlock it and check the time. It's just before 10 o'clock at night. You started studying at around 10 in the morning. You are shocked. You've been sitting here for half a day and can't get anything done? Another ring sends you running for the door. Without thinking about who it could be, you open the door.

"Hello, my angel! It's good to know that you're still alive. I've tried to call you a few times and I've also written to you. I was terribly worried about you because you didn't get in touch. We were supposed to meet tonight." Your friend Mirio Togata is standing at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck without much ado. He immediately wraps his strong arms around you and presses you closer to him. That does you more than just good at the moment. A minimal distraction from all the stress you've just experienced.

After a while, you release yourself from the embrace and let your boyfriend into the house. He presses a little kiss to your lips first. Your cheeks turn slightly pink. You move forward and drop onto the couch, Mirio does the same and sits close to you. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. A sigh escapes your lips. The blonde puts an arm around you and strokes your head. You snuggle closer to him.

"Is everything all right, my darling?" he asks you in a low voice. You tense up not a second later.

"Yes, everything's fine. Thank you for asking!" you laugh nervously.

"Are you sure?" he asks cautiously.

Suddenly, as if from a fountain, tears stream from your eyes. It's all just too much for you now. You've been so obsessed with getting the damn stuff into your head that you've completely blocked out everything else. You never have your cell phone on silent or vibrate. It's always set to loud so you can be alerted if there's an incident in town and you need to step in as a heroine. But not a single message or call from Mirio has reached you. You've been so busy studying.

"What's wrong, my darling?" Mirio takes you in his arms and rocks you back and forth. He strokes your back gently. You claw at his top and wet it with your tears.

"I...I can't do all this anymore..."

"What can't you do anymore?"

"I can't do this anymore...At school...and at the same time...shine as a heroine...It's too much for me...I can't even get the ridiculous learning material into my skull and then I'm supposed to be a good heroine?" you cry your heart out.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, my angel! Everyone has a low point sometimes. It's completely normal. You just need a break. It's not a failure. I'm here for you, my darling. We're going to have a nice evening tonight and you'll leave all the stress behind you. Tomorrow is another day." Mirio presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

You are infinitely grateful. You are infinitely grateful to him. Grateful for his infinite optimism and his infinite faith in you. It's good to know that you have someone like that in your life. You're not the only one who benefits from this. His best friend - Tamaki Amakiji - does too. Mirio is proud of you for every little thing. Every little progress you make makes him shine like a proud father on his child. He supports you and helps you wherever he can. He loves you more than anything.

"But...But I don't want to disappoint you if I fail because of a ridiculous test," you continue to cry.

You're terrified of disappointing your boyfriend. Even more so of disappointing both your fathers. When you were a baby, they adopted you and showered you with love. They still do today. They stand by you with help and advice. No matter what. They are always there for you and you can talk to them about anything like you would with friends. All the less you want to disappoint them. They believe in you. Even when you expressed your wish to become a heroine.

"You could never let us down. Stop thinking that. You are great. Both at school and as a heroine. Just think of how many people look up to you. You're a role model for many. Don't forget that."

Role model? You? What a pathetic role model, you think to yourself. Then you're not only disappointing your boyfriend and your fathers, but also your fans. 'Thank you, Mirio! You're a great friend! That's great,' you think to yourself. Despite his words, you start to have doubts. What will he think if you fail this test? Above all, what will he do? Will he drop you like a hot potato and break up with you? Never look at you again? Cut you out of his life and pretend you never existed in his world? Stop! You're mentally slapping yourself in the face. You should know Mirio better than that. He would never do something like that. Never in his life! But you don't feel good enough. Not good enough for him. Not good enough to be called a heroine. It's gradually going over your head.

"Honey, look at me! Please!" Mirio holds your face between his big hands and looks at you worriedly with his blue eyes. Such a beautiful blue. Like the sea. "Yes..." you say absent-mindedly.

'I love you, my darling! I love you more than anything. You're a great person. A great heroine. You are my everything." Mirio pulls you closer to him and gives you a loving, gentle kiss on the lips. Your tears dry up.

"I...I love you too!" You kiss him back. "Then we'll have a nice evening now," says Mirio and you agree with a nod.

~*~

Mirio really tried everything in his power to take your mind off things.

First you watched a movie. But instead of following the course of the movie, your concentration wandered to the upcoming test. Your learning block was literally blocking everything for you.

Then Mirio massaged your back and loosened your tense muscles. Just before you were about to fall asleep, the test questions flashed before your mind's eye. It was hopeless.

Now you're huddled on the couch staring into space. You hate yourself for not being able to think about anything else and ruining your evening with your boyfriend. You're a great friend! Praise yourself!

"I think there's only one thing that could help me..." you mumble, more to yourself than to Mirio, but he hears it anyway.

"What is it? Tell me, darling."

Only now do you realize that you said it out loud. That wasn't your intention. Now it was out and there was no going back. Mirio wouldn't let up until you spoke up. Your cheeks heat up and turn red. Nervousness rises in you. You can't just blurt out that you want to sleep with him so that you can relax for good. Although you don't need to be embarrassed with him, as Mirio more than appreciates your openness - he loves it - you still feel a little uncomfortable admitting to him directly that you want to have sex. You've already slept with him several times. He's also your boyfriend and you've been a couple for a while. But it's a matter of principle. You just can't do it.

So you press in front of you. Between clenched teeth, you express your wish. More badly than right.

"What would you like, my darling?" Mirio asks you. You blush like a tomato. You hold your hands in front of your face. God, you're embarrassed! "I want... I want to have sex with you..." you peek between your fingers at the blond man. He smiles at you with a big smile.

"If that's what you want, my angel, then let's go to your room." Without you being able to protest, he lifts you up in his arms and carries you to your room.

~*~

Your clothes are scattered wildly around your room. Mirio lies on top of you and presses kisses to your neck. You claw into his blond hair and moan softly from time to time. It just feels too good for you. All the stress is forgotten. It's just him and you.

"M-Mirio...?", you manage to get out between moans. "Hm?" Mirio mumbles, still busy with your neck. "Don't you think it's unfair that I'm lying here naked and you're still wearing all your clothes?"

Mirio has to laugh quietly. You're too cute. He lets go of you and sits up. He slips his top over his head and shows off his muscles. Your mouth immediately starts to water. He has great muscles. To be envious of.

You drool like a dog every time Mirio gets naked. Even if it's accidentally caused by his Quirk, you can't stop drooling. You just think that he has trained himself to have a great body. That was hard work, but it was worth it.

Your hands guide themselves to his muscular chest and gently stroke it. Every single muscle is traced with your fingertips. You stroke from his chest over his stomach to his waistband. With a skillful hand movement, you undo his trousers. Less than a minute later, his clothes are lying somewhere in your room.

His lips are on yours. His large hands wander over your body and make you flinch again and again. You enjoy his closeness and his touch and forget everything else around you. Luckily, you are all alone in the house. His warm lips leave yours and trail a little further south. Before he can reach your most sensitive spot, you stop him.

"Just get inside me, please!" you almost beg him. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

He really doesn't want to. You are rather small and petite and he is the exact opposite of you with his broad build and height of over six feet. The first time you met, you really panicked. He's not only tall in height. His little friend is not to be sneezed at either. Well, he's not short. He's more of a 'big boy', as you always say. But Mirio is so gentle and loving towards you every time that he hardly causes you any pain when you sleep together. It only hurts a little sometimes at the beginning when he stretches you. But not for long.

Just like now. You hiss once with your teeth. Mirio freezes instantly. But the pain has passed again and you tell Mirio to move inside you. He does as you tell him. He thrusts slowly and gently inside you. His lips on yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and push him further down towards you.

"Faster!" you whisper in his ear. Your wish is his command. He increases the pace and thrusts into you faster. He really grabs you by the hips. Of course, he's careful not to bruise you. Because he has power. Plenty of it! But he's a gentle giant with you.

"Honey, you feel so good!" he moans loudly and increases the speed again. "You feel even better!" you moan and claw into his shoulders. His back is already covered in red scratches.

Your moans and the sound of skin on skin fill the room. Your bodies are heated and a film of sweat covers you like a second skin. Your breathing quickens and you climax with a long, drawn-out moan. You pull yourself together, which makes Mirio come.

Suddenly you feel something warm on your breasts and stomach. Mirio has probably pulled out of you to avoid coming inside you. What a gentleman! Well, he's not really out of you. The tip of his penis is sticking out of your belly. He has inserted his Quirk. The sight shocks you at first. Then you shake your head with a smile.

"I just didn't want to..." the blonde starts, you interrupt him with a kiss. "It's okay, it's okay." You kiss him again.

"Can you take it out? It's starting to look funny," you laugh. "Oh, of course. Sorry, my darling." Mirio pulls away. He drops down next to you and pulls you into a bear hug.

"I love you, my darling!" He presses a kiss to your temples and rests his head on yours. "I love you too! And thank you! Thank you for everything! I'm fine again." You snuggle up to him.

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when there s/o is sick

MIRIO

he will not let you lift a finger

like carries you to the bathroom type of beat

refuses to let you move a single musle

gets a humidifier 

to help you breathe better

litterly trats himself like your personal maid

breakfast in bed

all meals in bed

none of that pre made frozen soup

handmade

or the best he could

he ended up asking his mom or bakugou to help him

shoves fuzzy socks on your feet

and pulls the blankets up to your ears

spends most of the time cuddling with you bc he hates that you don’t feel well

KIRISHIMA

mans loves you to the end of the world and back

like would hold tissues up to your nose loves you

rubs your feet loves you

he would love to cook for you but can’t cook for crap so he puts waffles in the toaster and heats up soup on the stove

on the stove not in the microwave bc he cares

also showers with you 

if you’re too sick to stand up

tries yo entertain you but just ends up cuddling with you for a few hours

BAKUGOU

loves you from a distance

has personal PPE gear

cannot get sick

will not get sick

is not playing around

only gets within 5 feet of you if he is wearing a mask and sterile gloves

washes sheets twice a day and makes you take a hot shower in hopes that you will sweat out whatever you got

shoves all your meds down your throat

wearing gloves of course

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The Chance And The Change; Part Nine

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: Reformed Villain!Mirio/AFAB Reformed Shie Hassaikai!Reader/Tamaki Amajiki

Rating: Holy shit M.

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our last installment. I gotta' say, I am never writing in these little nub style chunks AGAIN. Enjoy!

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains depictions of emotional duress. Stay safe!]

It had been over a month since the incident with Toga, after which Sir Nighteye advised that you, Mirio and Tamaki should stay in a secure location while the League's intentions were under investigation. 

"They knew Tamaki was unfamiliar with you, which means that they've been hunting for a way into that apartment for quite a while." The Pro Hero had said, giving Mirio a stern look. Mirio had quailed beneath his mentor's stare and that was the end of the conversation; the three of you all packed up and escorted to a safe house within three hours of the prior discussion.

Oh certainly, the safe house wasn't bad. A little more lavish than you were used to, what with the in-home gym setup and the food delivery schedule. What was going to do you in was the boredom; despite your employer's reluctant allowance permitting you to work from home, you were quick to run out of daily tasks. 

At least you weren't the only one suffering from cabin fever. Both Mirio and Tamaki's injuries had healed up seamlessly over the weeks and the two of them were becoming more and more restless with every passing day. 

"I hate just sitting around like this." Mirio finally complained one bright morning. "It's almost Christmas, we should be out there shopping and keeping people safe!"

"Nothing in between?" You asked wryly, sorting through the muted shades of cardstock that you had discovered in a closet. "Which two colors do you want?"

"Oo, red and blue!" Mirio exclaimed, deflating slightly when the only option was a faint cranberry and a blue so light it was nearly white. Tamaki, still slowly working through his morning coffee, silently accepted the faded gold and lavender sheets that Mirio scooted over to him.

Brandishing a pair of scissors, you announced, "we are making decorations today. We only have two pairs of scissors, though. And one roll of tape. So behave yourselves."

Tamaki perked up almost immediately, snagging the second pair of scissors before Mirio could make a move for them. "Paper chain." He mumbled.

"Good call. I'll fold us some stars!" Mirio then grinned at you across the table, holding out his hand. "Can I borrow those scissors, Sunshine?"

…

"Mirio wants to keep people safe," Tamaki said softly later that afternoon, his fingers absently stroking through the sleeping Mirio's hair. You could hardly complain though, as his other hand was busy giving your own scalp a massage. 

"I've noticed." You murmured in reply. Poor Mirio would often crash late in the afternoon, his body too used to a schedule that started before sunrise, which allowed you and Tamaki to become accustomed to the quieter evenings. A holiday film played on your work laptop, providing some gentle background noise to punctuate Tamaki's extended pauses. You had come to mind them less and less, knowing that he was always thinking. 

"Even in middle school…always. Was a shock to everyone when he didn't graduate, but I guess that's got something to do with what…happened. Back then." Tamaki had a far-away look in his eyes when you gave him a curious glance.

"'Back then'?" 

"Something happened towards the end of senior year. Not sure what. He stopped coming to school one day and that was it." Tamaki sighed heavily. "He won't talk about it."

You chewed on your lip, thinking back. You had always been so hellbent on keeping people at arm's length during your time in the Hassaikai, you had never taken an opportunity to really get to know Mirio. And now, it almost felt like it was…too late, in a weird way.

Just then Mirio groaned, the sleeping man stretching and shifting his weight. Tamaki grimaced, trying to adjust. "He's like a pitbull," he complained in an undertone. "His head is so heavy."

You weren't buying it though, teasing, "a burden you're more than happy to bear, I'm sure." Tamaki flushed, glaring at the wall instead of looking at you.

After what had occurred with the League Of Villains, you had easily picked up on more and more instances of Mirio and Tamaki dancing around one another. A look here, a soft smile there…it would have been cute if it wasn't so damn sad. And sure, you were a teeny tiny bit jealous of Tamaki, but not nearly enough to attempt to insert yourself or disrupt their…non-relationship? Situationship. The teasing you did do was lighthearted enough to be easily dismissed; you didn't want them thinking you were some stiff who didn't approve!

Tamaki's hand was abruptly resting on your own, the young man giving it a gentle squeeze. When you glanced up again, he was actually looking at you, in a way that seemed…thoughtful? Like he was mulling over a problem mentally, trying to suss out a solution. 

"What's up?" You whispered. 

Tamaki just shook his head, returning his attention to that incredibly interesting section of wall.

…

It was greedy. 

What he wanted could only be labeled as such in the chiefest sense. Two partners, two individuals, when anyone should be more than content with one! There was no logical way that--he couldn't even ask Tamaki when he had been younger and now you too?! What was wrong with him? Everything in his body was confused, jumbled, screaming about what he didn't deserve and shouldn't have but could have and wanted wanted wanted, wanted so much that it ached. 

Togata Mirio was a man of great internal conflict, constantly warring with himself over (what he would label) ridiculous thoughts. The audacity of even being able to rationalize two potential partners had him in absolute torment. Wasn't that cheating? Wasn't it doomed from the start? If he was attracted to two people he must actually not want either, right? But…

But what if he could love both of you?

What if, what if, he could somehow manage to ask both of you to stay with him. Let me protect you, let me help you. 

It was in his nature to want to protect. He had shoved the desire down during his time with the Hassaikai, knowing it would do him no good in those less than stellar ranks. Nighteye had seen fit to foster the protective traits in him though, encouraging Mirio to always consider the fallout from his actions.

What if someone is injured from your carelessness, Mirio? One wrong move, and innocent people die.

Protective actions had consequences, just the same as those morally-gray endeavors he had carried out while with Chisaki. The fallout from this particular foray, while maybe not physically devastating, would absolutely destroy him mentally. 

But the thinking was driving him insane! What if, taunting him as he watched you laugh at whatever Tamaki was showing you on his phone, as Tamaki then turned to show him the same funny clip. Instead of looking at the screen though, Mirio was captivated by the small grin on Tamaki's face. 

Always with this, always zoning out while Tamaki was trying to talk to him or while you were working on your daily assignments and frowning cutely at your computer. It was extremely exasperating and Mirio found himself holing up in the gym more and more. Once Tamaki got his late morning routines out of the way the space was free and clear, so it was here that the blond man ended up spending the majority of his waking hours.

This, however, led to him being absolutely exhausted by the time four thirty rolled around, which was how he had ended up in this predicament: Tamaki's fingers carding carefully through his ungelled hair, your hands wrapped around his scarred forearm while you and Tamaki carried on a whispered conversation over his head.

It was terrifyingly gentle, comforting even. But all Mirio could think of was that it would all come crashing down soon enough.

…

"Okay so I need your help." All in a rush, because you needed to get the words out before you lost your nerve. 

Tamaki blinked at you over his mug.

"You don't have to say anything, just listen." You bargained, which garnered you a ponderous nod. "And you can totally ignore this, so don't feel bad." 

"Concerning." Tamaki pointed out.

"I know, man, believe me." You sucked in another breath, your nerve about ready to abandon you. "I like you and Mirio. I like being around you and Mirio. I'm happy with this arrangement. B-But I…I feel like I might be getting in the way of your uh. Whatever it is that you guys have."

"We don't-"

"Tamaki please, I'm dumb, not blind. You guys…look, the both of you have great chemistry and it would be a shame for you to not at least try, right?"

A heavy silence settled into the space between the two of you. When Tamaki finally spoke up, his voice was somehow less confident than usual.

"I-I don't know if Mirio…I don't know if he likes guys." He admitted softly, his eyes on the table.

"He may not like guys, but he sure as hell likes you."

"No." Tamaki shook his head, a wistful little smile softening his pensive face. "He likes you. I've seen him look at you, the way he laughs, the way he-"

You interrupted, "The way he lights up when you're around? The way he falls asleep on your lap, the way he makes your coffee and the way he…" Tamaki was blatantly staring at you, and as you stared back at him, things slid together in your mind. "Oh. Shit." 

"Oh, shit." Tamaki breathed.

…

The two of you had been avoiding him for three days now. It was Christmas Eve and Mirio was sitting on the weight bench in the gym, fidgeting anxiously. Nothing that he could do seemed to be able to help him shake the feeling of foreboding that hung over him like a dark cloud. All the energy he had spent just left him with lactic acid buildup and more questions than answers. 

Treadmill, he decided, getting to his feet. 

The treadmill was nice and repetitive. If that didn't shut off his brain, nothing would. Just the treadmill, the miles slowly ticking away, not thinking about you or Tamaki or you and Tamaki or–

With a frustrated growl Mirio flipped the switch and stepped back off the machine. Nothing is working, he realized, the frisson of fear that ran down his spine thoroughly unwelcome. Nothing. 

Maybe he could just casually broach the subject? Granted, the idea made his stomach clench with anxiety but if that was his only alternative to this silent torment, he might take his chances.

What if you and Tamaki had decided you wanted to become…more? He had seen the way Tamaki looked at you, the way his piercing eyes softened when he thought no one was watching. Mirio wasn't jealous, not exactly anyhow. If he had to actually label it, he would say what he was feeling was sadness. Regret, even. But if you and Tamaki were happy with each other, that's what was important.

Right?

Mirio shook his head at himself, heading to his room to shower. 

…

"Okay so, where do you want your bow?" You asked Tamaki, gesturing high and then low. "Do you want to be sweet and put it on your head, or do you want him to know you'd like to be railed so you put it on your-"

"Why would you say that?!" Tamaki sputtered, hiding his red face in his hands. You certainly were confident! He on the other hand was a massive ball of nerves. He wasn't sure if this plan of yours would work and the waiting was driving him insane. 

"Listen you can be shy but you still get to voice your needs and wants here." You reasoned pragmatically, sticking a large bow to the top of his head. "We don't know how he'll react, of course, and this may not be the best course of action, but we might as well rip this bandaid off."

"W-We've been thinking for days now and this is all we could come up with. If we think longer, it'll just never happen." And what an awful thought that was, never knowing for sure. That would almost certainly feel far worse than the momentary embarrassment Tamaki was enduring while you fussed over him.

"I also want you to know," you murmured as you straightened his collar, "that even if it is just you that he wants, I'll still like you."

"Really?" 

"Of course! You're kind and sweet, and you take good care of Mirio. He couldn't ask for a better partner, trust me."

His face was going to catch fire. All Tamaki could do was mumble a thank you and try to maintain some semblance of composure. "When should we…?"

"He's in the shower now, so we'll surprise him once he gets out." You smiled up at Tamaki as he carefully placed your bow on the top of your head. "Everything is going to be okay."

…

Mirio stared at himself in the steam-fogged mirror, his visage warped and unfamiliar. It's fine, he told himself sternly. Totally fine.

Maybe you and Tamaki were…

Mirio crushed that thought before it could fully form, shoving away the mental image of Tamaki arching over you, you gifting him with a soft moan, fingernails raking down his back--stop, idiot, stop it. You're just going to hurt your own feelings.

He needed to shake this off. It was probably just a combination of cabin fever and trauma bonding. That's it.

Mirio wrenched open the bathroom door, his mood thoroughly ruined by his runaway imagination. However, everything came to a grinding halt once he entered his bedroom.

Why were you and Tamaki on his bed? Why were you and Tamaki on his bed?! Mirio blinked at the sight in front of him, baffled and wary. 

After a few seconds of awkward staring, you gave Tamaki a gentle nudge with your elbow. "Go ahead, Tama."

Tamaki jumped a little, stammering nonsense before he seemed to get a hold of himself. "I-I-I…h-hi Mirio. Um, happy h-holidays." He managed to squeak out, staring at the floor. His fingers worried the hem of his loose sweater, over and under the fabric again and again. 

"Happy…holidays." Mirio replied slowly, shooting you a quizzical glance. You, it seemed, were focused on a fascinating bit of carpet. "What's going on, guys? You're both acting kind of strange." He asked bluntly, noting the way Tamaki winced at the question.

"Do you like me?" The black-haired man suddenly blurted out, slapping a hand over his mouth immediately after. Mirio was stunned silent, just staring at his violently-flushing roommate. "W-Well?" Tamaki mumbled around his hand.

"I…well yeah, of course!" Mirio did his best to try for his usual cheery affect, but judging from your reaction clearly neither you nor Tamaki were having any of it. "Of course, Tama." Mirio repeated, a bit softer this time. 

"Do you like me?" You asked it this time, and Togata couldn't miss the way your fingers entwined with Tamaki's. 

"Sunshine, we went through hell together." Not that you needed reminding! "Yes, I like you."

"He likes both of us, Tamaki." You sounded…relieved? Happy? Excited? Tamaki for his part looked more elated than Mirio had ever seen, almost tripping over himself as he got up. 

"S-So you-!" The black-haired man began, grabbing Mirio's hands. 

"I…?" Mirio prompted while Tamaki just stood there, shuffling back and forth in place. "I what?"

"Like me. L-Like…us." Tamaki explained haltingly. "We like you too."

"Guys, I don't know if I get whatever is going on here." Mirio murmured, his heart starting to pound in his chest. There's no way. 

"We're your presents!" You chirped from his side, and that was when he noticed the bows clinging to your and Tamaki's heads. "If you want us, that is."

If you want us. 

Holy shit it's happening.

"I…I do." Mirio whispered. "I…really? Both of you…and me?"

Tamaki was the one who said it this time, "if you'll have us," his hands trembling in Mirio's grip. 

Mirio wrapped his friend, roommate, something more in a hug, feeling the heavy sigh Tamaki released against his chest. After a moment, Tamaki ushered you into the embrace. The three of you just held each other silently, then Mirio bumped his forehead into your own. 

"If you'll both have me, I think I'd like that." He paused, feeling the mischievous smirk blooming on his face. "I know it's not Christmas yet, but do you guys mind if I…" He plucked the bow off of Tamaki's head. "...unwrap my presents a little early?"

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